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I can't talk to anyone. My mum says taht after someone close to me went like this, she never wants to go to a ... hospital, for want of a better word, again. My dad would get unhappy and... I don't want to know what he'd do... and my sister just said Stop Doing It. but i can't. I get unhappy, and those scissors are starting to look mighty freindly... I just dread to think what they're going to say... I can't pretend I'm walking into plants forever... I don't know what to do anymore...
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