I grip my knife as the blood drips down.
No turning back.
I'm done now.
I've lived a life of pain and hurt.
Constantly treated like a piece of dirt.
Now I am done.
No more pain and hurt.
No more tears being shed.
No more blood to be bled.
I dropp the knife.
Hello, I'm dead.
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