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Questioning myself

I sit at the edge of my bed. Pondering weither I should do it or not. You have told me many of times that you worry about my well being and the fact that what I do is a dangerous thought. The blade shines in my hand as I keep on pondering weither its worth it or not. I get up and walk away deciding that i can no longer hurt myself anymore. As much pain as there is inside i can no longer use this as my resolution i must find something new.

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