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I remember it clearly. It was daylight when I locked the white bathroom door and closed the plastic curtain to the bathtub. I leaned against the shower wall, watching my blood pour out of the hole I cut in my wrist. I felt the pain slowly drip away like the red liquid from my body. I hated them, my parents, friends, my ex, but most of all, myself. I wanted to die.
I used to ask myself how a person would want to commit such a terrible act. ... I drilled the kitchen knife into my skin, the blade tearing further into my wrist. I clutched my teeth to keep from crying out. My clothes were getting wet from the shower I had turned on earlier. ... I didn’t get my way so I screamed and threatened to run away. ...
I used to pray to God every night to put an end to my life. ... Tears started to form and made little rivers down my cheeks and I tried to wipe them away, but like a stream they kept coming. I was tense; my life was taken over by a storm
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that had engulfed my body and turned me against the ones I loved.
Approximate Word count = 991
Approximate Pages = 4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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