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They tried to send me to a mental hospital tonight. I’m terrified and done with all this shit.

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I have nobody left.

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Burned twice tonight, it terrifies me that it doesn’t hurt enough anymore.

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I can’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t press a burning piece of metal against my wrists. Not a single god damn reason.

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I just need one fucking friend.

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I’m broken beyond repair.

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Haven’t burned myself in over a month, but I’m unusually tempted to ruin that.

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I start to get happy, and then I fall back into this vicious cycle of burning and starving. I’m terrified that there’s no way out.

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If I was at home, my wrists would have some nice new burns.

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Put the razor, the knife, the lighter, and the pills down. I know how strong you are, I know you can make it through tonight. Prove it to yourself that you’re bigger than this. You’re beautiful in every way, and you’re stronger than anybody could imagine.

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