“My weapon of choice became the blade, and my flesh became the battlefield.
The battle began on the inner side of my fleshy thighs, until there wasn’t any room left to fight, and by that stage, the battlefield transferred to my stomach, and then to my breasts, until settling on my wrists.
The temporary relief from mental torture led me to playing with knives while other girls my age played with dolls.”
— May 27, 2025 03:59PM
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