The hours tick by and I'm cleaning my room. I find things, old things I wish I didn't have anymore. And to say what those things are is too hard. I lost most of my friends, they left my side because of these. And honestly I didn't know in had them anymore. Soon my mind is racing, what should I do? Why do I have them? Why aren't they gone?
Those things, are blades.
I haven't used one or touched one for almost a year now. Its hard to know I still have them. In my darkest moments I said no I don't have any I don't need any. That was the truth, sometimes. Sometimes I wanted them and wished I had them. But then I remember I don't have friends anymore because of them. I also remember how many people loose their lives to these small but so hurtful things.
Then I remember, I remember why I had these blades. I remember
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Okay, short chapter I didn't know what else to put and I wanted a chapeter all based on something that could be real. Hear me out please!
~Abi
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If Her Minds Not Dark Enough
RandomA young girl named Raelyn battles through ups and downs. Going through life day by day and counting down until the day she'll die. Past and present. Eventually she find's meaning, hope and love in all the right ways. She realizes life isn't really t...
