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I feel sorrow, none to compare, I feel no love, no one is there. Sharp gleaming razor blade in my hand. I'm finally going to make a stand. I draw it across my wrist...and then my other. One last breath, I will never take another. Watching bloody life gush out of my veins. Too many tears, too many pains. Tears mixed with blood...a beautiful sight. My eyes are cold and as black as night. I dance around flinging blood on the walls. No one around to hear my sorrowful calls. My sight darkens, my body grows weak, my dance and tears still running... my blood still leaks. Darkness has overcame my sight. Making me cry, blurring my sight. My soul has fled from my body. Leaving my corpse for sleeping and rotting. What would happen if I killed myself?

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