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There's so much pain, but i dont feel a thing,

The blade sinks into the flesh of my wrist,

Fascinated, i watch as the blood seeps from the wound

and drips to the carpet, a stain that will never come out,

I may fade and die...that stain wont.

My last coherent thought is of you.

I love you, but cannot be with you.

Life is so unfair.