Just Another Suicide Story
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"Don't do it" danced inside my head as I drug the blade across my wrist, i would have stopped but there was no reason to. Nothing in my life was worth living for. My drunken mother, my abusive dad, and my so called friends that always turn their back on me. My life is not worth living. So i wrote my deathnote , pulled my chair under the fan, tied my dads rope from his job to the fan, and turned on the camera. I stood on the chair and tied the rope so tight around my neck that it started choking me before i got off the chair, but then i started thinking its not worth it my life will get better, something or someone will come along and save me. But what? I'm
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