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Chloe winced as she pressed the alcohol pad into her newest cuts.
Cutting never really brought her any relief but, like an addiction, she just couldn't seem to stop.
Ironically, though, it wasn't even the cutting that hurt. Sure, it was a bit painful, but the real pain came afterwards, when that godforsaken alcohol cleansed her self-inflicted wounds.
How cruel was it that the most pain came from when she actually took care of herself?
