When I cut, I feel like I'm not the one who's doing it, like someone took over me and made me do it. I guess mind could be a great friend and enemy at the same time.

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Depressed.
RandomI think the title speaks for the description. This is all mine. But maybe, I'll sprinkle some of the songs I listen to when I'm sad.
Mind
When I cut, I feel like I'm not the one who's doing it, like someone took over me and made me do it. I guess mind could be a great friend and enemy at the same time.