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I cut my wrist one last time knowing it will be my last.

I couldn't feel my arm. I clinched my fist so hard my nuckles turned white.

I used my last bit of strength to give the finger to the sky.

My heart weakened..the beats grew slower..slower..stops..

My heart beat is gone. I fall to the ground dropping the blade that took my life.

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