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i have this friend, who once showed me his words and as I read each notebook I would realize they we’re mostly about me. It was because I was sad, sadder than he’s ever seen me that this happened. I would lay on my back, reading every page and remembering the events so vividly, I would cry. As my body would go warmer from heat and shame I could feel the cuts going down from my neck where I had tried to open my own throat, down to my shoulders, my arms and lastly my wrists where I had tried to look inside my own self, only to have red velvety goo come out. I would remember how I had taken this goo and smeared it all over my face, like a warrior. Swinging in between a giggling semi-conscious state. You walk into the room and give me this look of concern and love and I don’t deserve it but it makes me feel so much safer. Less sad. Less evil. Less terrible. We chain smoke cigarettes for the rest of the night with two friends and when you see me taper off and my thoughts start to drift off into terrible places, you say something witty and ask me if I’m alright and I become alright in that moment. This becomes my road to recovery. My step 1 out of the psych ward. Everything has been clear minded since this day. I haven’t flown into the blue. But boy, does it scare me everyday.

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