Staring at the word LOVE Sharpied onto her arm, she thinks of 10 people who love her. With each person, the urge is pushed down. She doesn't even bother to pick up the razor. By the fifth person, she's even smiling. Feeling loved...it's new to her. It's a blissful feeling.
Kissing the word on her wrist, she swears, silently, to be worthy of the love they give so easily.
Note From Alex:
Guess what this is to me? That's right, something I wrote when I wanted to hurt myself. It's fictional, though.
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