Slash my wrists
Slit my throat
Feeling the drain of blood
Feeling empty
Days long past passing before my eyes
Have no feeling now
I see nothing but black
No fire, no bright light
No nothing
Just Nothing
Nothing exists after death
Noting not you, and not me
Nothing
Than I awake
With the blade still in my hand
Untouched by my blood
I put it down and walked into the black abyss
Called life.
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