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Feb 2018
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4 how many more til i hit the floor
5 cuts
6 cuts
7 cuts
8 tell me to stop that's just great
like it is going to help you yelling at me
for ruining my body
that we already know I don't give 2 ***** about anymore
and also weather I die or live
2 months later
I live on with the only regret of not picking up the phone before I picked up that god ****** blade
this is how i felt when my mom found out that i was a cutter i have been clean for 2 months now and am doing awesome!
Written by
RebelGirl  17/F/Oklahoma City Oklahoma
(17/F/Oklahoma City Oklahoma)   
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