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If we cut for attention, Why do we try so hard to keep it a secret?

If we cut for attention,
Why do we try so hard to keep it a secret?

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EmilyxLovesxU 1 decade ago

Exactly

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Debbie_K

posted April 26, 2013 at 8:29am UTC tagged with selfharm, attention, advice

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