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i walked into my room
turned on the light,
moved to my dresser and opened the drawer,
i pushed away some clothes, untill i find i,
i se the silver delight,
i see the blue handle
i pick up the knife,
and feel the red teeth,
what have i done to deserve this?
i whisper to myself,
one last time,
i took the knife and held it firm,
move my hand back to me,
i see the red,
the trickle of blood,
now i changed,
i'm happy again.