I slowly walk to the bathroom running my finger over my scars. I sit on the cold floor and pick up the blade running it over and over across my arm. I lay down as I watch the blood pour. No more pain. No more heartbeak. No more fights. No more living..
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I slowly walk to the bathroom running my finger over my scars. I sit on the cold floor and pick up the blade running it over and over across my arm. I lay down as I watch the blood pour. No more pain. No more heartbeak. No more fights. No more living..