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The End
I feel like it's the end of my life,
As I take this knife close to my wrist,
I think why,
why do I do this?
I've got to do this!
No time to waist.
As I draw the knife to my flesh,
I cut slowly,
moving the knife back and forth.
As blood comes to the surface,
My pain slows down,
the pain and agony.
[Written at 13 years old]
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