STORY SNIPPET: I dont remember when it started, but I can remember how the first time felt. Cold metal pressed againt the skin and a sudden sharp pain of relief. As if everything in that moment was in my control. I felt powerful. I felt alive. More alive then I had in months, maybe even years. I yearned to feel that release. I started to cut more and deeper. I craved the burn of accidentally touching it while it was healing. I wore arm warmers and long sleeves and never wore shorts. But I never felt over heated. I felt in control of me and my life. But I didnt know how hard it was going to be to stop. I didnt know that it was going to kill me. I just wanted to release. But i guess in a way I was released. Just not in the way I could control. I lost the control. I lost... Me This is the story of my life. How it started, how it lost control, and how people changed my life and shaped me to be the woman I am today. All the information in this story is true. I have chamged names to protect the identity of those involved.
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