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Dark Days


There is a small stinging on my wrist A small line of red appears there I don't think much of this I've seen it many time before I'm not the first one nor will I be the last I do this for others although they think it's a selfish act The pain it causes me is just to make up for the pain I have caused them This small red line is starting to grow longer, It's getting wider and I am growing weaker Black dots are appearing in my eyesight My hearing is fading; I hear a women scream... As I turn to see her face..... Everything just goes black in a second I am finally free, I have left all of my pain behind All of my friends and family can finally be happy I will never be able to hurt them again.
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