Nobody knew I started cutting. I did it, just for the experience, just to scare myself. All it did was scare me. I knew it wasn't helping, so I stopped. When I told someone finally, it was my best friend, and she didn't care. But then, the guy who loved me brought me out of my sadness. Now, I cut again. This time, it isn't for the experience. This time, it's real. And I'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to pain inflicted on myself by myself.

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