My Self-Injury Story Part 1

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explains it to me and shows me her arms. They are laden with scars. I am sicken by it, but at the same time I am enthralled. I like the way it looks. I ask her how she cut. She tells me with a razor blade. She says that if I want she will show me. I nod. She pulls out a razor blade, takes me into the bathroom and cuts her arm. A month later school is over. The girl comes up to me and says thanks for being a friend to me the last month. Over the last month we had become best friends, even ...