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It wasn't a suicide attempt,it was an escape from everything awful.When we cut,we're in control.We make our pain, and we can stop it whenever we want.Physical pain relieves mental anguish.For a brief moment,the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind,and when that stops and the other pain comes back, its weaker.Drugs do that too,and sex,But not like cutting.Nothing is like cutting
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
i tried to escape
It wasn't a suicide attempt,it was an escape from everything awful.When we cut,we're in control.We make our pain, and we can stop it whenever we want.Physical pain relieves mental anguish.For a brief moment,the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind,and when that stops and the other pain comes back, its weaker.Drugs do that too,and sex,But not like cutting.Nothing is like cutting
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kate-mckay
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
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