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It’s been a month since it last found me… It found me hiding in the corner of my closet. I think it’s finally gone but I always assume that… And I’m always wrong. It’s constantly searching, waiting, for me to reach my lowest. And I want it to find me. I walk home from school feeling depressed and pathetic. I found out that I had failed four of my classes. I might have to be held back a year. All my friends have left me because I don’t do what they do. But they don’t know about… it… I get home and my parents are still fighting. I don’t know what it’s about; I stopped caring long ago. My arm starts to itch…

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  • It’s been a month since it last found me… It found me hiding in the corner of my closet. I think it’s finally gone but I always assume that… And I’m always wrong. It’s constantly searching, waiting, for me to reach my lowest. And I want it to find me. I walk home from school feeling depressed and pathetic. I found out that I had failed four of my classes. I might have to be held back a year. All my friends have left me because I don’t do what they do. But they don’t know about… it… I get home and my parents are still fighting. I don’t know what it’s about; I stopped caring long ago. My arm starts to itch…
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  • It’s been a month since it last found me… It found me hiding in the corner of my closet. I think it’s finally gone but I always assume that… And I’m always wrong. It’s constantly searching, waiting, for me to reach my lowest. And I want it to find me. I walk home from school feeling depressed and pathetic. I found out that I had failed four of my classes. I might have to be held back a year. All my friends have left me because I don’t do what they do. But they don’t know about… it… I get home and my parents are still fighting. I don’t know what it’s about; I stopped caring long ago. As I dump my schoolbag on the floor of my room, My arm starts to itch… My arm itching is a warning sign that it’s near… It’s come back to finish what it started. I try to focus on positive things but I know, that in the back of my mind it will do no good. It has razored metal claws and a thin, cold body. It grabs my arm with one claw and pulls me close to it. I try to look away but its eyes are so seductive. I know… Deep down… Under all that shame… Beneath the lie… The lie that I don’t want it. The truth is; I need it. I want to feel that cold needle pierce my skin. And the drug coursing through my veins again. I might try and hide from it again. But I know that the needle will find me once more…
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