No I have never cut before,
But I want to,
Whats making me hold back,
Just do it already,
It wont hurt,
It will make you feel better,
What if i get addicted,
Cutting is like a drug,
When you start,
It's hard to stop,
Your being a baby,
Just do it,
On the count of three,
1...
2...
3...
That didn't make me feel better...
What have i just done?
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I really don't get it. Cutting what? Ice? or..............that? ........but invariably you get ten.