It is midnight, exactly midnight. I am twelve years old. I feel odd, I hate this feeling. I don’t know why I get it so often. My body seems to want to be hurting. I don’t like doing it though, I’ve only ever done it four times but I never want to stop. I love losing myself. I feel sick, suicidal. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to do this again.
Find me in this darkness. Hold me.
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