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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's 3 AM. Darkness surrounds me. My heart is hurting. My eyes begin to water. Im shaking now. My breathing speeds up. Negative thoughts are racing through my mind. I see it... lying across the room beside the box of tissues that is constantly being restocked. I get up slowly and begin to walk towards the shimmering silver object. Dizzy, I am dizzy. I am seeing spots. I reach my destination. I slowly stretch my arm outwards and grasp the object softly. I try to keep quiet as I walk to the bathroom. Despite my sobbing and stumbling, I manage to keep quiet enough that everyone remains asleep. I run the bath and slowly remove my clothes and step into the tub, sinking my pale, fragile body into the clear lukewarm water. I place the object to my wrist. I draw a line. One. Two. Three. four...five..six.seven eight nine ten TWENTY! Twenty lines. The water is now a deep red. Red with my blood, for these lines are not just lines, they are cuts in my once beautiful skin. You must think I'm crazy....well maybe I am... I place a towel to my wrist and wait for the bleeding to subside. It takes exactly seventeen and a half minutes. I drain the water and clean up my mess leaving behind no trace. I slip into my clothes and quietly return to my bed, placing the blade under my pillow. I fall asleep crying. Again. Welcome to my world, my never-ending sadness.
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