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As I lay me down to sleep I think of the slit vein I am so needing. The dark red blood the pain I hold. Just one cut just one blade. The tears running down stinging my face. I can hear the words play over in my head. I have no one to cry out to nothing but the dark heavy air I breath. Slit your wrist you helpless little bitch do it, do it you sick fucking freak. I scream out, the only way I can defend myself from this world that has been created. The only way I can defend myself from you. I feel weak, I fall a sleep. I wake up in a pool of blood saying thank god.
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