Chapter Seventeen

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I want to cut my wrists, the idea of it makes me crave it but as per usual I just cut my legs because if anyone sees my cuts I will be judged and labelled a 'self harmer'

Im almost at the point where I dont care what mum says I am just going to cut till I feel better.

I want to be dead

Maybe thats what ill do, kill myself it would make everything better

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