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Is the sound of your blood dripping down your arm and falling to the ground.
The tears are filling your eyes as you look down at the mess you've made.
It burns, the wounds they hurt, and yet you want to add more.
Your hands are shaking with adrenaline as you bring the razor to your arm.
"Just one more ." You whisper pushing the metal into your flesh .
The tears haven fallen now coming in waves. Your vision is blurred and you can't see correctly.

Slice.

"Ouch." You gasp.
It's worse then before, the pain it's crippling.
Blood in pouring out of you're arm now and the floor is stained red .
You're gasping for breath panicking as you realize you cut to deep.
"No."  You groan chocking back sobs when you realize you hit a vain. 
"I don't want to die." You sob falling to your knees as your body grows weak. Your fighting the urge to shut your eyes as you slowly fall to your back.
"Help!" You whisper yell before the darkness consumes you.

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