The Sharp Steel
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 52m
Complete, First published Jun 12, 2017
Mature
{Completed!} 
Look over that edge and fly angel, spread your wings and dive into the oceans below. Breathe in the water, be forever, be in the moment. Don't scream my child, for your time has come. Shush now, close your eyes. The clouds will aid you, the light will amaze you. Shush now, you are safe, you are sound. Shush now... and fly up to the skies. 

▪This is a story of how it feels trying to stop self harming. This shows the thoughts of some who self harm and the struggles some might go through.▪

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● Disclaimer: Trigger warning, suicidal thoughts and descriptions throughout.

● If you are having suicidal thoughts please seek help. 

●You can call Childline (0800 1111) who runs a helpline for children and young people in the UK. Calls are free and the number won't show up on your phone bill or PAPYRUS (0800 068 41 41) who are a voluntary organisation supporting teenagers and young adults who are feeling suicidal.
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deep down everyone has secrets , deep down everyone is in pain. some people are just better at hiding it or feel like pain is okay. a girl who seems happy and a guy who can read her like a book pass ways just In this book. tears and joy ,cries and hugs. everything will be okay if she just would have one good luck. But that's not what she cared about, all she wanted was to run away from home, but that grip of her father won't leave her alone . Will he save her fast enough? Or will he help alone not be enough ? - - - " where were you? " " w-what? " " i walked past your class, I was going to walk you to lunch, I wanted t- uhm but you weren't there." " uh I left earlier because I needed to go to the bathroom." " no, I had free period I was waiting on you there the whole time. " Disclaimers 🛑 This isn't a fantasy book This is my first book so I am not the greatest Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ selfharm, suicide, rape, abuse, death, child loss