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TW's:
Self harm
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George's POV:
It didn't feel right to be with Cora, but I just decided to stay with her. I didn't want to break her poor heart, especially since we had just gotten together. My phone buzzed as I got a text as soon as I got home.
Clay 😮💨
Hey are you free at
10:30 pm tonight?
Uh yeah, why?
I kind of just wanna
Hangout but only at
Night so we have the
Stuff we want done
just done alright.
um okay I guess
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Why did he want to hangout so late? I won't question it too much. Sometimes I have the urge to self harm, but I'm recovering. Maybe cutting a bit won't hurt? I go into my bathroom and look at the sharp blade on the counter. I pick it up and lock the door. I watched as I slid the blade across my skin, the feeling was so addicting how could I ever stop?
I put it down after 2 cuts, I can't lose control and have cuts everywhere that I would have a hard time hiding. I washed the cuts and bandaged them up, I would use the excuse that I accidentally got hurt. I go onto my phone and open Spotify, I shuffle one of my playlists and let the music live in my head rent free.
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well, it just started in the hay (loft)
With his longjohns on, pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay
Young lovers and they are not sleeping
Young lovers in the hay (loft)
With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft)
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
I hated how I self harmed, but it was irresistible.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well, it just started in the hay
With his longjohns on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft)
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping
To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
I felt like I could ruin my life with just a few cuts and some words, maybe I could run away from things and be happy for once.
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