Sitting on the edge of the cliff
I slowly pull my hood back and look to the sky
I place a cigarette to my lips
Pull out the lighter
Take a deep puff and hold it in
Slowly let it out while watching the stars
Roll up my sleeve
Take the knife out of its silver case
Place the blade into the flame of the lighter
Watch the blade glow bright red
I scream a name
And plunge the knife into my arm
The smell of singed skin fills the air around me
Blood pours onto the ground
Again and again i plunge it into my arm
deeper and deeper it goes
I start feeling light headed
It starts going dark
Feeling weak
I die
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