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I'm so tired.
I'm tired of being left alone in the darkness.
I'm so tired to say "I agree" or "Everything is ok"
What's the point in life.
Why do the people who you trust most hurt you the most?
Why must our hearts betray us when we know we go into no good.
Why must we disconnect.
I'm so tired and it's not because of sleep.
I'm so tired to say, "I want to give up, I'm weak"

With those thoughts, I lift the sharp dagger off the table and glare at my reflection on the metal. I bring it to my throat and sigh before slicing.

My life comes to an end here.

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