So this is my first story, like ever, that I have promised myself that I will sit down and finish! So I thought I would share it with you. I read someones personal story while I was listening to music, and the idea slowly started to form in my head. Now keep in mind that I do not have all of it planned out. Just the beginning. But please review and tell me how I can improve, if you want more, and message me if you need to talk about anything. I will always be here for those that need me.
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She draws the blade across her skin, moaning at the feel of the cold razor against her warm blood. At first it had hurt to do this to herself, but now all she can feel is happiness. And freedom. She feels so free. Free from all the shit going on. All the people trying to bring her down, all the insults, all the pain. It's come to where she can't stop, but if you ask her if she wants to, she'll tell you no. She's too addicted.
