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I ran to the women's toilet.
I locked myself on one of the stalls
Crying my soul out.

Your words are just like a gun,
Every words are shooting me,
Killing me.

I pulled my blade that is supposed to be
Used for electronics subject.
I made cuts on my wrists.

No matter how deep or how many cuts
I made,There's still no pain.

You made me numb Park Jimin.

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