STOP!

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I began to take apart Nate's razor & take the 3 blades it had. I laid them down on a cloth & looked for the one that looked the sharpest.. I grab the second one. It was very sharp.. I cry to my self & call myself mean horrible names. I hit my self then i feel relief. I grab the blade & pressed it against my soft but fragile skin.. I push it hard into my thigh, & i see blood come rushing out of my leg .. I start screaming then theres banging at the bathroom door.. It was Nate yelling for me to unlock the door..

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