I remember how it felt to cut, and I know how it feels when I still want to. That moment when I dig through my desk drawers, searching for a razor blade. But then I think about how you would react if you saw the marks, how you would react if I went to borrow your hoodie and you saw the cuts. I wouldn't want you cutting again and I know you feel the same about me. So for you love, I put down the blade for good.