Status: Contest Entry//Finished
A Story
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The scars peeked through the thin material.
I pull my sleeve down as I enter my house.
My razor blade is sticking out of my pocket.
I push it in further.
My parents screaming greets me.
I go upstairs, lock the door and pull out the razor.
Home sweet home.
I pull my sleeve down as I enter my house.
My razor blade is sticking out of my pocket.
I push it in further.
My parents screaming greets me.
I go upstairs, lock the door and pull out the razor.
Home sweet home.
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