"Standing in the cold, dark bathroom, she hacked into her wrist with a
razor blade and quietly stared at the blood that flowed from the cut.
She told herself she was a bad person and deserved the pain.
A part of her felt reassured by the sight of the blood – it showed
she was alive – since she felt so dead and empty inside. As she stared
at her image in the bathroom mirror, she thought, “I have no idea who
that person is staring back at me.” Author Unknown
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