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I woke up wanting to cut. -.- I miss you dim nights, razor, hoodie… I miss my ipod, when I could text all night… Being able to text at any hour, all night sometimes, it kept me alive… helped hold back panic attacks… I miss cutting, I miss having my music/people I trust there anytime I needed them -.- I almost did cut ths morning and I still want to but… I’m not going to… damn…