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BReAkiNgG tHEe hAaBiTt


Look at the small drops of blood as the blade slides into my skin Tears streak down my face as I watch the blood seep out quicker I know how much it hurts you so But you can't understand parts of my mind that enjoy this My insanity and stress become sane and bearable Don't you see? That cutting has saved me It's so amazing to feel like I'm in control for a moment... Breaking the habit is like cutting out my deepest dream and throwing it away If you have done it for so long... It has become hard to stop I love the sense of peace after cutting I know my parents would send me away... My friends have often told me "Just stop." But don't you understand?! I try to let you see my pain and see eye to eye But you are as blind as ever Why can't you see... That breaking the habit is so hard.
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I'm an nineteen year old girl who is just starting her life after high school. I love music, writing, watching movies with my family, reading, and stargazing.

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