Dear Lizzie,
I've stopped taking my pills. When my mom gives them to me in the morning, I tuck them under my tongue and wait until she's gone to spit them out. I draw lines across my wrist every day now. I'm not numb anymore, but I feel even worse.
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Dear Lizzie
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