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Dont Scroll Past This.
Don’t scroll past this.
Reblog to let your followers know that they should never start cutting.
I know this website makes it seem like that shit is normal but trust me, it’s not. And once you start, you’ll never really start and it will haunt you for life.
It never gets easier, it never stops hurting, it isn’t (and will never be) “cool” or “the only way out”
Please don’t start. If you already are cutting, tell sometime and get help, it’s not as scary as it seems and you will be better off by it.
If even one person reads this… Please. You matter.
Don’t start.
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Head tilted back, the villain let the last drops of poison drip into their mouth and slide down their throat. The hero gaped.
“Are you happy now?”
“You just killed yourself.” The poison was supposed to be a bluff. No, oh God, no.
The villain smirked, before doubling over in a coughing fit. “I don’t care. You probably have an antidote, anyway.”
They did, but the hero didn’t know if they’d find it in time.
my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted
do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar