Another slit from my wrist. A scar to add to them all. Another way to cease to exist. When the blood begins to fall. The tears slowly melt away. The pain is numb to my skin. Almost as if feelings no longer stay. All of the hurt and pain released within. Choosing to die is the token. The answer to the end. Without a single word spoken. An invite death does send. The death angel stays near. As my choice becomes reality. No more tears. My life has became my fatality.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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