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Last night I cut again. I had my rats out on my bed hoping they would stop me like I've heard the stories before. The rat I'm keeping and training to be my therapy rat came up to me when I was done and bit the razor and took it away and started chewing on it. Then she went and sat on my arm. This is my dream. It wasn't exactly what I want because I still cut myself but I'm going to get her trained somehow, to stop me with these things. I hope she will because no one else cares enough to do that.
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