chapter 2

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I arrive at home, swing off my bike and throw off my heavy-text book filled bag off my already sore shoulders, too tired to do any work, I decide on too tired to do any work life motto. I crush onto my comfy bed and slumber into deep sleep before been woken up by my usual nightmare that deny me of any rest into sleep. I woke up with an unbearable sadness settling in, in effort to cheer up, I make a sandwhich and munch away on it before my my aching forearms win the battle and I decide to cut just to lessen the pain. I dig into my drawer where my razor remain hidden among unkept clothes, I quickly snatched it and run to the bathroom to cut, desperate to feel alive, to sto the numbness inside. I slice my wrist in thin lines across, to release the monsters inside, tears roll down my cheeks and the hands began to shake, trembling all over, I cut deeper and more untill the blood drips down to the sink. Enough I whisper to myself and I wipe the razor clean and sit on the hard cold ground sobbing uncontrollable. I might appear tough ouside but ever rock is broken inside.

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