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Suicide
She ran the blade gently across her inner thigh. Exerting more pressure with every stroke. The cold of the metal made her shiver with anticipation and mortified glee. Till finally the sharp blade broke the thin layer of skin letting small crimson bubbles steadily flow down her leg. Her face contorted in agree pain as she dug the metal deeper into the soft flesh with determination. Set on control she forced all her bolted up emotions through the opened vortex of blood.
Tears started down spill from her eyes onto her naked legs which bore nothing but blood. She loosened her hold on the daggers handle gaining back some feeling in her hand from grasping it to tightly. Sighing, she looked down at her mutilated leg and frowned, the pain ebbed away, though a steady throb still hung in her bones.
Why does it feel so fake?
She smiled sadly to herself and turned the blade back to her slashed skin. She slipped it back among the lose folds of flesh and crimson liquid just to pull it back out and lay the tip carefully against her wall. She started to line out the words in her head she desperately wished to be heard.
you came into my life
you made me love you
then you threw me to the curb
i can no longer live in a world
were this is what people call love
She signed her name and her hand came to a halt. she took the prepared noose from her bed and carefully placed it about her neck. She gave it a tug to make sue it was secured to the ceiling. Then with one final sigh and a salute to life she jumped from the table. Her neck snapped.
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