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What's the point to continue living if what I'm doing is not living but surviving. I breathe and everything but it's like I'm dead inside. I'm dead. I don't fucking care anymore. I just want to die. I walk to the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom and I look for razor blades. Why not just slice open my already bleeding wrists. Everything is better than being here with him. I find them in his cupboard and I chuckle. I will finally end this misery. Finally, I will be free. I sit in the bathtub and I calmly slit my wrists deeply and the pain feels releasing. I lean my head back and I sigh. While my blood adorns my arm looking like beautiful red tears. Finally freedom. Some time passes and I hear someone in the bedroom. No...No...Please, let me be dead before e finds me. I don't want to stay in this horrendous world. I feel myself slowly slipping away and giving in to this inviting darkness that greets me like an old friend. But before my eyes close someone pushes the door open and a tall figure stands there. "FUCK!" That's the last thing before I slip into the darkness.
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