"No please, don't do that!" "You did it, so now I'm going to." I watch helplessly as he slides the blade of the knife over his wrist. I bite my lip as tears roll down my cheeks. My stomach has dropped, and I feel like I'm going to puke. "You feel that," he asks. I nod which causes the tears on my face to fall. "That's how I feel when I see the scars." credit: @thebreakfastclvb
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