I Am Not As Fine As I Seem

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No one else is home except me. As I sit on the bathroom floor. Alone. With my thoughts of self hate. I slide the blade across my wrist. Watching as beads of blood form on the cut. Feeling nothing. Rolling my sleeve down. I make cuts on my other wrist. Before moving to my thighs. I swipe the blade multiple times across my thighs. Thick beads of blood form on the cut. I watch as the blood pools and drips onto the bathroom floor. Feeling nothing but.

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