these walls in my head are caving in, the voices in my head roar out in excitement as i pick up the blade. Next thing i know im passed out on the cold tiles bleeding all the hate away. i wake up and my head is spinning. i do the usual routine, clean up the bloody tiles, hide the blade, cover the cuts, and plaster on the fake smile. this is what i am. this is all ill ever be. a cutter. Hey, as everyone knows cutters are the best liars.
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secrets
Randomthis book is just a bunch of short stories that ive written and thoughts that go through my head daily and im super sorry if the grammar is bad. lol and this is actually my first published book on here so im super scared. i usuially dont share my st...