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#KeepGoing

  It was in highschool when I first saw a glimpse of her. I didn’t know her name back then but she made me do weird things to myself. It was also that time when she watched me make my first cut. We were girls who didn’t have a clue on what we were doing but thought it would be fun. It was a gloomy afternoon and my friend brought her razor. We were scared to do it on our own so we made a pack, she’ll do mine and I’ll do hers. The cut was deep but I loved how the blood dripped down my  ...

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