Why cut?

Why do you do it?  Why do you put yourself in so much pain?  Why do you put me in pain?  You may not realize it, but every time you hurt yourself you hurt me too.  Baby girl I love you with all my heart, but why do you cut up your arms and legs?  I understand the emotional and mental turmoil and sometimes I understand cutting.  But baby girl we made a deal. I would stop if you did. Now I have to find another way to get you to stop. Why do you do it?  Why cause yourself more pain?

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My family
My community
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