You Have Pointed Out My Flaws Again, As If I Don't Already See Them

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Elly's p.o.v
"Hey, you! Where do you think you're going?" A person grabs me from behind, and I'm too small to fight them. This had been going on for weeks. I finally get out of their iron grip and run home. Voices in my head swirl around, telling me that I'm fat, ugly, that I'm not good enough. I go into the bathroom and grab my razor. I pull up my sleeves and cut. I cut myself three times. I know I should stop, but it feels so good, I just can't quit. I keep cutting myself, deeper and deeper each time. I start to feel a bit light headed from blood loss, and then I completely black out. Good night.

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