Cutting Edge
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- Parts 2
MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jan 1, 2015
Her arm shook as the piece of glass in her hand cut through her skin. Little drops of blood started to come out if the cut. It's only one cut. She threw the glass across the room, and it slid under the dresser. 'I'm not going to do this to myself'
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