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Sep 2022
I wish i was dead.
Oh how i wish i had a blade to slive through each layer of skin deeper than i have gone ever before... all the way to the bone.
It would only hurt for a few seconds and all the pain will be over forever.
Just one swift movement of the blade up my forearm slicing open the cephalic vein watching the blood slowly pour out onto the cold concrete.
Tears running down my check not because ive lost anything but because im finally going to be free. From everything.
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l1ttl3b3ar  new zealand
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