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A tear run down my face,
I dropp my blade,
It hits the ground,
With several drops of blood,
I look at my wrists,
Nd don’t regret what I’ve done,
I deserve to die,
I dnt want to be here,
I dropp to my knees,
I pick up my blade,
It was taking so long,
I do several more slits,
Still to slow,
I raise my blade to my throat,
I say I love you mum.
But goodbye… I love you dad,
But goodbye,
Then I push it in my skin
I move my hand that is full with blood…
That should do the job I cry,
The note is almost done,
I fall forward,
Now my body lies lifeless
On the ground and im glad…
There is blood everywhere
black broken heart
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