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Dec 2012
i used to cut my thighs
all the time
it started my junior year
and it was my secret

in forced intimacy
this other boy saw them
and in response he slapped them
making them burn with fury
he left and didn't speak to me
instead, he sat at his computer
like he always does
and blogged about it
while i sat alone in the basement
in choking sobs.
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