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She looks at the blade on her desk

No. Don’t do it

She gets off her bed

You can’t

She grabs it and walks to the bathroom

Put it down

She pulls down her pants

Think about how many people your going to hurt

She sits on the counter

No, not now. You were doing so good

She puts the blade to her skin

A cut

Another cut

Another cut

Another cut

Another cut

Another cut

Until her thighs are dripping with blood

What have you done?

She drops the blade

You're a failure.

She pulls her pants back up and cries

This is your fault.

She lays back down

Why? Why did you do it?

She cries until she falls asleep

Your pathetic

 
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