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My Suicide
lookin to the ground, staring at the blood pouring from my wrist, nothing i can do or say would be able take it back, my misurie is over now, no more reasons to cry, knowing that no matter what i really truly will die, i cut straight down instead of straight across, knowing that no one can stitch.. that 3 inch long cut, i never thought id have the strength to do away with my life, but it was something in the way he said it that made me grab the knife
