When I use to cut
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Last published Thu, Jul 30, 2015
I use to cut when I was 12.
I am now 14.
All the cutting wasn't for attention.
But it was because I was suffering from depression.
I told my mom I was thinking of killing myself but I lied so my mom didn't find out about it.
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