Harley

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I ran the blade over my pale skin a few times. I took a breath and sliced my skin. I watched as the familiar red substance soon leaks out. I did a few more and put my blade behind the dresser. I snuck to the bathroom to clean my cuts.
I looked at myself, ugly, worthless little faggot. It felt like I was paying the world back for creating me. 15 years here was enough, I can't do another 80.
It was time for school so I threw on my basic pastel sweater and jeans. I hated being in school, tbh, i hate everywhere, everyone and everything. I walked downstairs to the door and left. My walk to school was just boring like usual.