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Although I have never been cut by someone else, I did once cut somebody who needed it at the time. They were detoxing from a pain addiction, and asked for my help.
The memory brings up a strange mixture of feelings, as did the event itself.
They were grateful for my help, but felt very guilty about the whole situation afterwards.
Another sad mixture of emotions come from knowing that I'd do it again if it was needed.
I loved, and still love, this person deeply. Though thankfully together we have overcome the need for cutting by finding other outlets for the emotions behind them.
Even so, strange days...
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