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                    ©~Depression~©
Third person P.O.V

The curly hair, left the room and Hayley just stayed in the same position. Feeling, tears swell in her eyes, pain hit her chest hard.

She closed her eyes, sobbing loud. She was screaming, she took herself in the corner of the room, cradeling herself. Rocking back  and forth, putting her head between her knees.

All she heard in her head was, "unlovable." "Unwanted." "Fat." "Ugly." "Your a nobody." "Wannabe" "unknown."

Her head hurt with all these thoughts in her head, she felt like ripping her hair out.  She felt weak, and vunerable.

Hayley grabbed scissors, not caring how many cuts she made. She just slid it down her wrist, wanting nothing more than the pain to go away. She added peroxide to her cuts,letting it burn her. She wrapped a bandage around her wrist, closing her eyes.

Next thing, you know she feel sleepily her, she closed he eyes. Falling asleep, on the floor, her breathing picking up fast.

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