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It won't happen

If you just ask me to out my blades on your nightstand while casually checking your email on your iPhone, it won't happen. If you offhandedly remind me to eat while heading out the door for a few hours, it won't happen. And if you tell me living is worth it while slapping me in the face with a ton of mistrust and coldness, it won't happen. Trust me.
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