And she carved STOP into her arm.
They're just scratches. She can stop at any time.
Sure.
Just stop caring about her. Leave her alone. Let her figure it out herself. Let her feel the pain. The hatred. The hurt. Let her cry.
She doesn't know who she is. Or who she should be.
She doesn't know what she is good at. What she should excell at. What friends to have. What clothes to wear.
She's stressed.
There's too much pressure for the "perfect girl" her family sees.
There's no ending. No Stopping.
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