CUTTS.....

I've been cutting for 3 years now. Nobody knew for the first two years. I was 11 and i got took away from my mom... i'm bipolar and she was the only person that could calm me down.. but when i got took i lived with my mom's mom. My grandma. Me and my grandma didnt get along when i was mad.. That's when i started cutting.. I'm now 14 and still cutt.. and this is going to Quotes that help me from actually dying.
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I tuned everything out. I locked myself in the bathroom. I can't stop crying, I remember i hid my razor in the top cabinet. I rush to the cabinet and grab it. i push my pants down (i cutt more on my thigh so.. ya..). I take the cap off and dropped it in the trashcan, turned the water on so it sounded like i was taking a shower. Then i take a deep breath.... 1slit...2slits....3slits... I take another deep breath and and start crying. the tears fell right on the raw cutts.. i tried not to scream...
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this is all based on my true story. i live with my dad now... and i still cut. I dont cutt as much now but sometimes i cut from the top off my leg right under my hip all the way to my knees. i always wear sweat pants and jeans. Only my boyfriend and bestfriend know.

sooooo this isnt qoutes like it said at first but its a true story so

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thanks for reading this..
somtimes i will cuss so im sorry if y'all dont like it.