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Posted by Ivan Michael on May 7, 2004, at 11:05:05
i feel horrible. where do i go? the medicine cabinet. i grab a bottle or two, problablie more. i take a few out and swallow them down, about about six or seven or each i think. i don't reallie care. just incase i take the bottles with me. in my room, staring at the ceiling, i take about three more of each. that should do it. i stare. i wait. i zone out. it's not fast enough. i go to my drawer without even thinking. i reach in and get my knife. the cold steel flashes twice, once for each hand. a sharp pain, a warm sensation running down my fingertips. like nothing i've ever felt. almost enjoyable pain. one last time, i take my, knife and aim for my dead heart. a quick thrust.................................................................................
i hear a bell. english class is starting. i'm left watching, wondering, "will it ever happen?"
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