H E L P

C H A P T E R 68

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A razor in my hand.
And blood running down my hand.
Tears streaming down my face.
I think about ending it all.
No one cares about me.
I cut deeper.
The pain shoots through me.
I don't stop.
The pain inside is worse.
The pain you caused me.
I cut until I pass out from blood loss.
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