Author's Note: This is not a true piece. I am not suicidal.
I am sitting in a puddle, a puddle of disappointments, loss, and blood.
I watch as the puddle grows bigger.
It is no longer a puddle.
I am drowning in this pool.
Don't help me.
Don't pity me.
This is what I wanted.
I'm happy now.
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