Selfharm Quote #6834489
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I just stole some of my mom's exato knife blades. I feel
I just stole some of my mom's exato knife blades. I feel
guilty. Not for stealing from her. But because I know I will want
to take one to camp with me. And I want to try them all out at
once.
This will not be a good night.
This will not be a good night.
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posted July 21, 2013 at 9:39pm UTC tagged with selfharm, cutter, blades, triggerwarning, selfinjury, newblades, break up
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