My Addiction

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Introduction: 

For years now, my only escape from the demons inside my head was one of two ways. The first was at the bottom of a bottle. The second was to forever scar my skin with reminders of my everlasting pain. I prefered the latter. My arms were decorated in lines that etched into the blank canvas that was once my skin. I had tried to stop many times before, but I was always drawn back to my razors, it was my addiction. My addiction that couldn't be stopped, let alone tamed. My name, is Analee Jo Array, I am twenty-one years of age, and I escaped the grasps of my abusive father six months ago. I was free to live my life, and say my name with pride. But where, was I to go in Addington? I had a low-class aparment here and little to no money. I had no chance. Until I came across a ginger that I hadn't the faintest idea of who he was. His name, was Ed Sheeran. 

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