Eighth grade I would wear nothing but jackets or long sleeves and who can forget the famous fake smile. I was in my room, it was probably three in the morning. Looking at scars on my wrist, thighs, stomach, then I stare at my blade for a few minutes. I put it on skin and cut, it didn't feel the same. My mind was still angry and lost,I wanted the feeling I always felt that feeling o just can't describe. At the time I lived with my cousin who smoked a lot. I knew where he hid the smokes so I took one so he wouldn't notice. I went to the train track and lit it. Once I blew out the smoke I felt like everything went with it. I felt the feeling I've been wanting...I smiled. Then more drugs.
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