this is the end
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MaduroConcluída sex, abr 2, 2021<5 mins
an ending of a girl who couldn't take it anymore.
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I grabbed the blade, this is it. This is the end. A few deep breaths, and the blade against my skin which is already full of scars, scars that tell you that I've suffered for too long. Scars that tell you that I don't know how long I can be here anymore.
tw: suicide, suicidal thoughts
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