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I told you I’d come to you when I had a problem.
I couldn’t.
I told you I’d tell you when I felt uncomfortable.
I wouldn’t.
I told you I’d stop slashing my arms wide open.
I didn’t.
And now my arms, eyes and sleeves are red.
Two with blood, and one with tears.
I’m sorry.

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