The mystery scribe
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" I was twelve when the beautiful markings appeared on my skin. Flowers, swirls, quotes, and even small little doodles. It was three days before my eighteenth birthday when the burning cuts sliced their way in to the soft skin of my wrists."
What if you were subject to someone else's pain, someone else's self punishment?
At 18 years old, our protagonist in this story, has to go through the repercussions and the pains of self harm. Join us as we try to find this "Mystery Scribe."
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