My friend

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You sit there with your friend or "it." You have a conversation with the voices in your head.

Me: why does everyone hate meh.

Voices : I don't know, how about you cut your problems away.

Me: what if I change will that help

Voices: no so just cut.

* crying holding the knife up to your skin*

Me: your right, there right I'm nothing I'm worthless, fat, and ugly.

Voices: yes cut cut cut. You will feel better

Then before you know have one then two then five sometimes it goes on and on. but that's ok because in a few more days your blade and the voices will be ready again. to help you thought the pain that every other pain that they

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