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I almost
cut once. I had just come home from the hospital b/c we’d
gone to visit a friend of mine that was in the hospital for
burning herself. She’d promised me she wouldn’t ever
do it again, but she did. And that pushed me over the edge. I
felt let down, deceived, angered, saddened, hurt. She promised
she’d call me if she even thought about it and she
didn’t. She went along and did it anyway. I locked myself
in my bathroom and I was holding the blade to my wrist, tears
falling in a constant stream down my face. But then my best
friend called me. He told me how much I meant to him, how much he
loved me, that he couldn’t live without me, that it hurt
him to hear me cry, and that I was beautiful and amazing. He
stopped me that day.
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