For the longest time, I cut myself to see if I could still feel. I cut to make sure I was alive. Every time I had a bad day, every time something went wrong, I sliced my skin.
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For the longest time, I cut myself to see if I could still feel. I cut to make sure I was alive. Every time I had a bad day, every time something went wrong, I sliced my skin.