sixteen (tw)

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Once I got to the cliff I hopped off my bike and sat on the edge of the cliff. I started crying while looking at the cuts and bruises on my arms and my legs. I looked around and found a piece of glass and picked it up and put it to my wrist. "I-i'm such a m-mistake" I sobbed. I quickly swiped the glass against my wrist and blood was already dripping onto the ground. I sobbed in pain, I tried to control my tears and my breath but I just couldn't. Soon, I heard a bike peddling behind me as I was laying on the ground, a puddle of blood by my wrist, and I was still crying. I look behind me, it was Stan.

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