I Will (Not)

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I will rot in the ground because of what you said to me.
I will cut my wrists because you told me I was weak.
I will fall down to my knees while you laugh at me.
I will cry because no one bothers to notice.
I will die. Because no one cared enough to see through my lies and help me.

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