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Uzi sat in the corner of her room, her knees up to her chest as she leaned back, looking at the scattered pages on her ceiling. Her left arm was limp, pressing against the cold wooden floor as oil seeped down and stained her skin. Her other hand was rested in her lap, loosely gripping a small blade she had removed from her pencil sharpener the other day. *God I'm pathetic* she thought to herself.
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After getting bullied Uzi cuts herself and N comforts her.