You will never have to worry about me again...
I sit here with my blade thinking...
How much better you would get along with out me...
I feel the end is near...
I put the blade to my throat...
But the you walk in...
You don't say anything...
You just walk up...
Grab the blade through it and start hugging me telling me it will be ok...
You tell me if i feel the need to cut just to call you...
I tried that it never helped...
The sound of you crying just made me want to do it more...
I can't stand hurting you and more...
This is the end you won't have to deal with me anymore...
It is the end...

 
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