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Jul 2018
Die.
I wish I could.
I should, really.
I could take a knife and slit my wrists or puncture my heart with a bullet.
I would bleed out and drown in it
Letting it seep into me.
My heart would stop beating
I’d have 7 minutes before the end.
I wouldn’t say goodbye to my family and friends.
I know. It’s cruel to wish away something that should be celebrated everyday but I just really want to
Die.
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