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- some nights, i feel so alone. it seems like the emptiness just won't go away. breathing hurts. every time i sleep, my heart wouldn't stop pounding out of my chest. as if it's telling me that they have'd enough. enough of this none sense. all it takes is one step, to end this all. one cut, to take away the pain. when will i ever be selfish enough for my own happiness?

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