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Published: Oct 14, 2012

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So I had a dream last night
It was really . . . nice
I had no scars
no scabs
nothing but clean skin
I looked so happy
I had tons of friends
I was being rewarded for my grades
I didn't look ill
I was wearing shorts
I was doing stuff I hasn't in years
like swimming in the ocean
or at the pool
Walking around the house in short sleeves

I couldn't help but wonder
'is this how life would be
If I didn't make that first cut?
Would I not be addicted to smoking
Or not want to drink?'
I looked so happy
It was that kind of happiness
everyone wants to reach too
The kind I would die for

This is me saying this
A girl who at the age of 13
stop wearing shorts and short sleeves
A girl who lied to everyone
A girl who wanted love

Don't make that first cut
You wont be able to control it
no matter how strong you think you are
They will get deeper
To the point that this cut could kill you
They will become worst
That 10 will turn into 100
You can't keep it to just one spot
It will spreed
It will become something you need

It's not worth it. . .

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Yeah. . . I don't really like my dreams. They make me feel bad -_- but seriously guys. Think to the future before you cut. I have cut before and I keep relapsing. badly. It's hard to stop too. Especially once you're on your own, because once you reach a point that you want to stop, you've pushed everyone away. Just don't. It's not worth it.

Stay strong guys