Fifteen

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(Suicide and self harm warning)

I slid down my bathroom door and rummaged threw my counter for the one thing I knew could take away my pain.

My razor blade.

I turned it around between my fingers, the end of the blade scraping each of my fingertips.

I grasped the blade and drug it down my skin, watching as the euphoric red liquid stream down my arm.

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