Faded *One Direction*
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Ongoing<5 min
Huling na-publish Fri, Jul 12, 2013
Life as a pop star might seem perfect but for Niall Horan its a living hell. His band mates hate him and torture him. He's all alone he feels like he's empty and has nothing to live for.
*Preview*
I ran into my room as fastly as I could so I could get away from Harry. I went into the large bathroom that was in my room I grabbed a wash cloth and got it wet then cleaned the blood off my face. I grabbed a new razor to shave when I got and idea.
I put the razor up to my arm and slide it until blood started to drip out. I enjoyed the pain it made all the words not hurt as much as they did before.
That was the first time I cut and I don't regret anything.
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