I sit alone as my heart aches... the pain has overcome me, the pain that makes scars down my arm, and it shows Misery. .. all alone, the little girl Misery comes to visit... what does she want? Why does she haunt me every single day and night?! She appears in front of me with a blade, she holds it out for me to take... As she smiles an eerie smile, she softly whispers "Take it, do it again, it won't hurt." Slowly I take the blade and run it down my arm... I cut again
.. this time, straight down my wrist.. the blade shines red... it's drenched with my blood... no more screaming "life's not fare!" No more life at all! Little girl Misery has done her job... I'm dead, never to live again. ..
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