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Sitting dancing with the fire began to cut myself and there it was. Blood dripping from my writs. I started glare at it, watching poor down my arms…dripping, and dripping. There it was, my life…pouring down my arms. I started to smile, all the kids years all the anger and frustration pouring down. Those love and hates stories, those feelings of non existent just flowed over. What ever made me think of suicide? I began to question myself, on why in the first I have never thought of this way of relief before…..cutting the veins. Ending my existence on this planet taking me to a place where I will burn of eternity. Sitting there watching as demons tear up my flesh, blades and knifes cutting me. Worms growing in my tattoo area, coming out from it. Bearing down the weight of my own sins….( I start to feel drowsy).  I started to drown my head, all while I’m bleeding. There it was, I found the blanket. (It starts to get cold). No one there, sitting watching….no one will save me from this one. Perfect plan right? (Everything goes black). There I was dead laying on the kitchen floor….No one ever came to my aid…watching myself from above.