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Death

I'm Tired, Tired with life, Tired with people telling me what to do, Tired with people leaving me alone, Tired with people stabbing my back.

I lay in my bed with covers keeping me warm yet I feel so cold and alone. As the blade penetrated my skin leaving deep cuts on my wrists. I wanted to cry but I can't, because I know the pain won't last forever.

Soon the world will be a better place without me. My skin tears as the blade continue cutting. Blood gushed out of the wound pouring down to the cold tile floors. I stood up and rest on the cold sticky wet tile floor.

I closed my eyes and let the blood pour out some more. I smiled a genuine smile for the first time in my life. I shut my eyes as I waited for death to claim me.

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Hello people this is my first attempt at writing a bit gory type of short story.

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-link_crypt