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deeper.

so i press a little harder.

longer.

so i go a little further.

more.

so i cut a lot more.

crimson oozes from the straight lines littering
my frail wrists.

you deserve this.

tears fall as my head tips forward, dizziness
clouding my brain.

there is a lot of blood.

but that's ok.

i intended for this to happen.

i weakly reach up, grabbing the bottle
of sleeping capsules i'm meant
to take for my insomnia.

as of right now, they are my way out.

as i tip the pills into my mouth, something
falls to the floor.

look later, swallow now.

of course, i obey.

once they're gone, i look to the left,
though my vision spotted with black.

my flower crown.

callum's flower crown.

i don't want to die.