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Jun 2017
Tub
One day I gave up.
Gave
Up
Nothing more nothing less.
I was done
Done with the world.
Done with life.
All hope in people gone.
Only one thing left.
Run the tub.
Climb in.
Regret what happened.
Take the Razors
Slice
Slice
Slice
Blood is running down my arms.
The water is turning pink.
A tub of blood.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Goodbye...
Written by
Mikaail  17/M/London
(17/M/London)   
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