1. the thing that does the killing.

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I run to the basement, my room is there.

I open my bed side drawer, pulling out one on the many pill bottles.

I pull that one out and shut the door, locking it. I go to the blinds next and shut them.

Now, I lay on my bed pull out the bad that I hid in the pill bottle.

I pull down my pants so I could see my right hip.

I look at my blade thinking when will I get a new one. The one I am using now is all rusty.

I slice open my side and watch the beautiful red liquid slide down my leg.

I escape from this shitty life I live in for a few minutes.

I wipe off the blade and all the blood on my leg.

I walk back upstairs after waiting a few more minutes to feel numb again.

Just smile I think. Just smile.

A.N.
Hi, should I Make a story out of this or what. I'm not sure what I should do. So gimme some feed back or somethin. Thanksssss. Oh and this is a true story btw about myself.

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