What is it?

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I walk around, the heavy, yet empty nothingness wrapped itself at my ankles just enough to drag me down. Why must I feel like this? Why can't you just let me go? If you just let me go I'll fulfill my purpose of shrivelling up and dying. Why can't you just leave me be? Ignore me.. Just promise me that time won't erase us. Don't leave me.. DON'T LEAVE ME! I can't forget you, I can't forget the times your pearl whites with dig into my throat or the days we'd go crazy. You know better than to leave me alone, You know better than to not lock up the knives and scissors. But, you didn't, why didn't you hide the things that I can use to destroy myself with? WHY ARE YOU SLIPPING AWAY FROM ME!? WHY WON'T YOU JUST ACCEPT MY LOVE? I'M NOT CRAZY YOU LIAR!! Touch me.. please? show me that you still love me.. I'm sorry I broke the mirror again.. It showed the disgusting thing again, and it scared me, I don't like the thought of skeletons with such a small amount of skin coming towards me. Maybe if I kill myself you won't have to fight the skeletons anymore, and you won't have to deal with me! I'll be grabbing my razor while the water is running, I'm sorry that my insanity isn't making too much scene due to my ramblings. PLEASE JUST LOVE ME! the water is running, it's taking so long.. I can't wait to watch the transparent water turn mahogany. Should I make the water bubbly or should I just leave it plain. I think I'll put bubbles in to watch them turn dark as my vision fades. My phone is ringing, why are you calling me? You're almost home? Then I suppose I should hurry, maybe five long vertical cuts, the flowers began to flow out of the open wound, they began to float on top of the bubbles. The stems began to pour cherry red liquid into the water as my vision began to fade as expected. I pushed the knife into my throat and dragged it across as flowers began to pour out quicker and quicker. I began to cough as the flowers filled my mouth and pour out the seams.

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