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Autumn's pov

I sit at the side of my bed and pull out my broken sharpener, and pull the blade to my skin.

I then drag the blade up and down my whole arm. I then reach for paracetamol, and I take the last three tablets.

I then sneak into the kitchen and reach in my fathers pocket and grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

I can't believe she had done that to me, cheating slag. I fucking hate her. I really tried to believe she wasn't a bad person.

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