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Posted by on 2011/11/29 under Uncategorized

I did it again. I know I should try to stop but I needed it. I needed that feeling of release. I needed to breathe.

It was just 12 little lines down my arm. Nothing compared to the times before. But it meant everything.

She would have been 6 months old today. 6 months old.

I miss her. I miss my baby. I miss my best friend. I miss you.

I cut myself to feel something. To feel release.

I need help. Someone help.

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