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Oct 2020
Blood, I feel it drip down from my wrists on to the floor. While I watch I see what my life would've been, but why do I make this mistake. It will affect me but I still do it. I cut deeper to make the pain go away but causing more pain and I don't stop. I'm waiting for someone to help but no one does, I finally decide. What's the point if no one comes they won't notice your gone anyway.
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Lily  14/F
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