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"Leave me alone," I mutter through gritted teeth. 

'Kill yourself.' 

'How could anyone love you?'

'You're so disgusting.'

"Stop it!" 

The voices scream at me as I fumble through my bag and grab what I'm looking for. Switching open the blade, I press the knife to my skin and cut harshly. I don't stop until the voices cease.    

By then there are tears in my eyes and the blade is positioned vertically along my wrist, but I won't do it. I can't do it. I have to stay alive for Phil. 

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