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Slut.
Slut.
Slut.
Words are so powerful yet so meaningless.
Delilah was once again in her bathroom.
She remembered the first time she decided to hurt herself.
She didn't, she would fight back, but she collapsed.
Delilah sat in the bathtub with water above her hipbone.
It covered her thighs. The place where she would cut. The place where scars would soon run our her body.
The blade was hovering inches above her bony thighs.
Cut. She winced in pain.
She done it, but surprising she felt relief instead of pain.
The blood flowed into the water, staining its way through.
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AH!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe I finally wrote this chapter. It is abit sloppy but hopeless you guys understand what Delilah is going through.
And one person even asked if this is a true story! No it is for me at least, but I know a few people where society image has taken over their lives.
If you are feeling sad today, here is a hug and a smile.
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