I haven't cut since my Mother passed away Aug 15, 2010.... but today the erg was too strong. I couldn't help myself. Before I knew what was happening it was already too late. It was like a dream, waking up on the bathroom floor... knife in hand... blood dripping from my leg. I've learned not to cut where others can see it only leads to trouble. I cut my thigh, not deep enough to need stitches, just enough to let me know I can still feel. I want to do it again, but I don't know if I will be strong enough to stop. Help me.
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