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I feel like slitting my wrist
watching the blood ebb away in tiny droplets until the sheets are red. I feel like popping pills one by one until the bottle is empty it wouldn't do to gulp them all at once because you would just throw up. I feel like walking into oncoming traffic at rush hour seeing the split second before the darkness and then no more. but mostly I feel like cutting myself just cutting tracing lines of blood with a razorblades physical manifestation of emotional pain watching it flow just flow feeling the release pain-release I feel like going to the ocean my favourite place on the edge of the cliff and just falling falling into nothingness the ending of all pain. But mostly I feel like slitting my wrist.
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