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dear diary—

i am torn.

i promised zach i wouldn't cut anymore, and for three years, i didn't.

but now that i've relapsed, i feel guilty.

i'm torn between trying to hide it, and telling him.

i'm writing this while blood is glistening on my latest cut.

i feel so numb. i just want to feel something.

the cut is stinging and burning.

it makes me want to cut again.

i don't know what to do.

—daniel

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