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      Warning: There are mentions of self-harm. If you aren't ok with this topic, do not proceed.
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  It was no secret that Tom hated life. No one really knew why. What Tom always managed to hide was his depression. He's had it for years. And no one knew.
  "Hi, Jahova's Witness," Tord said to Tom as he walked into the kitchen. Tom simply ignored him; he was too short-tempered today to deal with Tord.
  "Thomas, I can tell you're not in a good mood. What's wrong?" for the longest time, Tord tried to gain Tom's trust. Tord began to notice something. Tord grabbed Tom's hood and inspected it.
  "Hey,  Commie! Stop it!"Tom made an attempt to get his hood back.
  "Tom, why are there red smudges on this?" Tord asked with a tint of worry.
  Tom forgot that he had cuts all over his neck, and pulled his hoodie off.
"You wanna inspect it so bad? Here." Tom handed Tord the hoodie, who instantly dropped it.
  "Tom... Why do you have cuts here?" Tord reached out and touched Tom's neck. TheTom flinched away.
 
  Aaaand Imma stop there. To be continued. Sorry. I just feel the need to update this. School keeps me from making ideas.
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