I see that your staring at my wrist
I told you I did it, but never said where
You look at my legs and made eye contact with me
I shook my head and you got confused
I looked away and let it slide down my face and onto my skirt
Yes I do cut my thighs and my wrists But you wont ever see them
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The Quiet
General FictionHere you go. I'll keep updating and editing. Story for all of you who feel the same.
