im gone

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a rusty razor

on my bed

millions of memories

flash through my head

I take a deep breath

and count to ten

I fold up the letter

and put down the pen

I grab my razor

and start to cry

I know im about to die

I take my last breath

and try to be calm

I look down to see the razor

in my palm

I count to three

and dig it in

I just committed

the deadliest sin

I carve the words

''Now im free"

And watch the blood pour out of me

my vision begins to fade

I now know what I have done

and just like that

Im gone

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