My friend found me bleeding out on the floor. I sliced my vein.
Hospitalized.
When I realized I didn't die I was devastated. Because I was so tired of hanging onto you. I'm so tired.
I tried to run away, to escape. Through the tallest window in the building. I wanted to jump.
But they caught me.
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