October 17 2012 is the first time I cut myself.
I took apart a razor
I sat in my room and took a razor to my leg.
I honestly don't know why I did it.
I don't know what made me think that it was a good idea.
I just did.
I liked the feeling of it so I cut my self again.
And again
And again
And again.
Soon I realized what I was doing.
I put down the razor and cleaned my leg.
They weren't deep cuts.
They never told me how deep to cut.
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PoetryI'm sorry to tell you that this story does not have a happy ending. Because the reality of life is happy ending only happen in movies. *a short story about love and sucide*
