June 6, 2009
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Its happening again. The shaking. The hair pulling. It hurts so bad I cry. Rocking back and forth trying to ease the pain. Again the first thing that comes to mind. My best friend. My knife can help. Dealing with my anxiety I cut up my enemy. Tears running down my face. Relieved of my danger, i start to calm down. I look at my arms. There all cut up. Was I the enemy? Yes I was.

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