My friend was putting ink in his skin, like stabbing himself to do so, and I had to explain getting addicted could kill you. He said how, and I explained that my cutting was 1 cut, it felt nice ,2 cuts , and then you can't stop. Look where I an now
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Depression
Poetryjust a bunch of stuff I found and or thought of (It's mostly just my day now )
chapter 17
My friend was putting ink in his skin, like stabbing himself to do so, and I had to explain getting addicted could kill you. He said how, and I explained that my cutting was 1 cut, it felt nice ,2 cuts , and then you can't stop. Look where I an now