My hands are shaking out of control as tears streak my mascara down my face. I drag the cold mettle blade slowly across my wrist. As the blood drips down my arm it feels sadly satisfying. My best/only friend Jake is pounding on the door begging me to stop and asking if I'm ok...I simply ignore him...I keep dragging the blade across my skin over and over again I see the darkness slowly creep in. I fall on the floor unable to stand up unable to speak unable to live. As the darkness creeps upon me I pass out...
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