You were crying
You took the blade away from me
You looked mad
You held the blade close to your wrist
You sliced open your wrist
You cut
I asked you
Why?
You asked me back
You asked me how I felt when you did that.
I told you that I felt miserable.
You told me that that's what you feel whenever I hurt myself.
Because of that,
You made me realize .
From now on,
I won't cut.
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Pure
Short Storyshe was pure, innocent, and everything nice but now she's bullied, conscious, and everything sad
