0.8 - Suicide

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SUICIDE

'Don't bother living.'
She said to me.

I lay their with
The murder weapon
In hand.

She wanted this.
My end.

I slit my wrists.
She wanted more.
With a loud cry
I stabbed my thighs.

But,
It still wasn't enough.

And then with one bullet
I ended it.

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