as i look down the razor sharp blade, my heart begins to beat faster. i feel myself swimming in a cold sweat. my hand starts to shake and the knife hits the floor. the voices in my head telling me it will be over soon, telling me that there will be an end to my pain. i pick up the knife again, slide it against my face. the cold steel send chills
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