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A knife in my hand, I slid it down my arm over and over again, I let the blood run down my arm, it feels so good to release the pain felt inside me, at night I lay awake because I can't fall asleep, I can't stop. " your such a WHORE Kali, ha you should go kill yourself" " you're such a BITCH" " you have a different boyfriend every week, you're such a fake, why don't you just go do us all a favor and go shoot yourself" Having all these things running through my head. Plus the things my parents blame me for, things like that I'm getting a divorce. It's 8 p.m., my parents are fighting still, and I'm crying, I quietly walked down the stairs into the door, and I open it slowly and quietly to make sure my parents can't hear me open the door once I'm out I closed it well tears are still streaming down my face. I run in the direction towards the church and I have no idea where I'm going to go ybut I didn't really care about that I was too focused on trying to get as far away from here
what did i run into more importently who??
