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I set the date; hoping I would back out before it got too late.

It's almost here. My favorite day of the year. I keep telling myself that "There's nothing to fear."

Counting down days, living in haze, and using my blades.

I'll cease to exist but, give you one last kiss. Please forgive me. I don't deserve to be missed.

With smeared blood on the wall; my last thoughts will fall. "This isn't your fault."

I promised you I'd stop soon. Atleast this way you'll realize it's true.

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