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I loved him. He didn't feel the same. I took a knife. I was going to end the pain. I held it to my wrist. I closed my eyes. I made sure I wrote a note that held all of my goodbyes. I pressed down hard. I felt blood ooze out of the wound. I told myself that it would all be over soon. I fell to the ground and I said his name. I loved him. He didn't feel the same. I'm so glad that I ended the pain.
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