Prologue

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I find myself in the same spot as I've been for the past year, at the edge of my bathtub just watching the blood drip from my wrist. I carefully carve more lines as I go along. I tear up, not because of the physical pain but the emotional one. "Have I always been this messed up?" I think to myself already knowing the answer. "No it all started last year just before summer when I confessed my feelings for a boy named Noel."

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