Friday, March 15, 2024

Dead at 17

 I should have been dead at 17 on December 23, 1978

The baby was breech. The doctor performed a caesarean section birth. That's the only reason I am alive and survived the delivery.

I slit both of my wrists while I was pregnant around seven months a long. The cuts along the veins I made with a razor blade didn't work.

Too bad.


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