My mind is full of empty threats. The stabbing motion of a knife. It jabs its way into my throat, slices down and turns, I Begin To Bleed. The door is locked, they won't find me until it too late.
The point of the knife is pressed to my throat when suddenly a sobbing mess appears in the mirror before me. She is shaking and tears stream down her face. It Is A Pathetic Sight. It's a pathetic person.
I'm afraid to be alone with myself, in case it takes over.
I'm afraid to be with others least it shows.
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