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One cut. It wasn't enough Two cuts. Maybe these baby cuts are not enough I thought to my self Three cuts. I started pushing harder Four cuts. I went faster Five cuts. I saw my skin split as I did that one. I watched as my blood gushed from my arm to the floor. I didn't even care at this point. I felt broken. No one cared. No one would ever care. Who would even notice if I was gone. Who would come to my funeral. No one. Who would morn for me. No one. Six cuts. Another gash appeared . go big or go home I guess. Seven cuts. I felt something pop. My arm was covered in blood. I couldn't see my skin anymore. My floor was drenched in my red crimson color. Maybe this was the end.
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