Chapter 3

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You walk into school

Then it hits you

So many thoughts start to flood your mind

You start to sink

You try to stop

You talk to your friends

But the thoughts still linger

The fear crawls out for its usual show

Your breath gets stolen by the people you know

You raise your hand and ask to go

You run out with your things in towe

You start to slip the tears start to show

The fear won't end

The hall closes in as you get closer to the restroom

You storm the room and pull out your blade

You brag the blade making your own art

With your own cruel way

A friend calls your name you retreat to the

stalls wiping away your cruel art

You come out

She holds you tight as you hide the cuts

You made it through the day

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