I'm in the driveway riding my bike.
I fall.
"Ouch! I have a cut."
I say as I sit on the ground with a cut on my knee.
I was three years old.
I'm 15 now.
I sit on the bathroom floor,
Blood drips from my freshly cut wrists.
"Ouch! I got a cut."
This time I didn't fall off my bike.
This time everything got too much.
This time I did it and I don't regret it.
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