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You Can't Save Me ~Septiplier~
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Ongoing, First published Dec 05, 2016
I walk the halls of my high school with my head down, hood up. They're less likely to notice me that way. I decide to spare one small look up when I see him. Jack. He's laughing. He's stops and makes eye contact with me. He seems confused when he says, "Mark?"
 
I panic, I run out of the building at a full sprint. I can't let him in, he'll get hurt. He'll see how broken I am. He'll leave me alone. He'll see my wrists. He'll hate me. I'm sorry Jack, but you can't save me.

~Trigger warning~ 
•Self-harm
•Suicide
•Abuse
•Rape
•Bullying
•Other potential triggers
Do not read if you are triggered by any of these. I will not put any warning before these scenes happen. They will just happen. Don't put yourself at risk by reading this story.
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