The razor taunted her, called her names, and she snapped, reaching for the razor her thoughts raced, her heart seemed to go a hundred miles per hour. She brought the blade to her wrist. She pressed the tip of the sharp razor against her skin. Blood already started to bubble up from underneath the razor. She sliced. Leaving behind a bloody trail that was about 3 inches long length wise. She felt relieved, relaxed, refreshed. All was right in the world. Except for that one bloody wrist…
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