am i ok?
i think im ok i locked everything in a box and made it float away but that box will grow legs and come back to me and ill sit in that corner of my bed and cry as i open the box and take out the razor or safety pin its gonna be cut after cut to num the pain then ill be addicted to pain like i am so ill pull back the elastic to stop the bad thoughts
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