I can't cope with it. Late at night I find myself with a blade, pressed to my skin. Tears drop down my cheeks as I press harder, tearing the sharp metal across the skin of my thigh.
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I can't cope with it. Late at night I find myself with a blade, pressed to my skin. Tears drop down my cheeks as I press harder, tearing the sharp metal across the skin of my thigh.