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One day when I was small so very small I got sad so I bit myself Hard until blood bubbled to the surface of my skin. I cried I put Strawberry Shortcake bandaids on my self inflicted wound. I didn't know that it wouldn't be the last time that I bled at my own hand. I still don't know why sometimes pain feels better than nothing. So I choose pain.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Bite Mark
One day when I was small so very small I got sad so I bit myself Hard until blood bubbled to the surface of my skin. I cried I put Strawberry Shortcake bandaids on my self inflicted wound. I didn't know that it wouldn't be the last time that I bled at my own hand. I still don't know why sometimes pain feels better than nothing. So I choose pain.
meghan-oneill
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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