Never again, i’ll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine. Maybe when you find out that I’m dead, you’ll realize what you did to me. And if my lungs still let me breathe, would you be there for me? If I can make myself believe, I’ll give you back what you took away. No, I won’t let it go. Douse myself in gasoline. So don’t save me
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