I Tried

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I Tried

He swipes the blade across his wrist

Enjoying the pain until it no longer exists

The beautiful crimson flows

Never wanting it to slow

He continues

Once there's a pool of his blood

Everything starts to blur

A small slur

Saying, " I tried."

Is barely heard as he dies

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