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I stopped. she was bleeding after all. perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. she hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.
-Richelle Mead
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I Stopped. She Was Bleeding After All.

Richelle Mead
I stopped. she was bleeding after all. perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. she hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.
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