this following chapter mentions Self harm and suicidal thoughts. please proceed with caution
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The indigo haired boy stared down at his scared wrists and sighed quietly. "why would anyone love me" he muttered as he reached for a razor. "im easily replaceable" a tear rolled down his face as he dragged the sharpened blade across his pale skin. warm crimson liquid ran down his arm and dripped onto the white tile floor of the bathroom. "i wonder if anyone would miss me if i were gone"
