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"I hate my life..."

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"I hate my family..."

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"I hate myself..."

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I look down at my arm and see the blood trickling from the fresh wounds. The blood trickles down my arm, over my hand and between my fingers and through the air to whatever lies below.

I then look to my unscathed arm, frowning.

"This isn't right..." I whisper before I press the blade to my pale skin and repeat the process.

"I'm not okay, I promise..."

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"I haven't lost it, I swear..."

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"I need help, save me..."

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