Phill
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Copyright, Phill
Someone knocked me in the head and I got a small cut from it. I began picking at it and making it bleed because I thought it made me look prettier and I loved the shininess of the blood. Here I am 6 years later, and my wrists and arms are bandaged up from endless nights of cutting with razors.
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