|C H A P T E R 72|

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C H A P T E R 72

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On the bathroom floor.
I lay.
With a bottle of sleeping pills empty.
And blood running from every corner of my body.
From all the cuts I made.
With the knife.
Black spots dance on my vision.
Until the darkness takes over me.
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