Diary of a suicide
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Ongoing24m
Last published Thu, Jun 30, 2016
I don't know how it happened I just sat there curled up by myself like I usually would I waited for a miracle but that never happened either the blood was racing from my newly done cuts I was alone and scared I didn't know where I was I mean my boyfriend was properly drunk and my friends where God knows where my parents where out and my brothers and sisters well I didn't have any I felt so alone and scared I didn't know what to do well there was one thing as I reached for the blade i heard the wind blow outside I couldn't take this anymore so I grabbed the blade and ran it across my wrist watching the blood bead up and smoke a crimson red.
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