Cuts
I want to stop but the pain feels so good All the hurt goes away all thats there is feeling of release i pick up the razor and cut one more. I thnk I cut to deep now blood everywhere its not like anyone will care the lights are gettign dark and the room is spinning i think that this is my finally moments. As i lay there dieing i smile because the cuts have made me finally fell free
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