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I did it. I took out a blade from my box on my dresser, pressed the cold piece of metal against my wrist and pulled. I pushed harder than I ever had. I felt the warm red blood poor from my wrist and it stung. My vision soon faded and I fell to the floor. Then I realised. I was dead. The greeting of death comforted me. Finally I was away from Blurry.

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