(Kayshila) That day I decided something I've done over and over and always failed. I want to take my life. I don't know how many times I decided to commit suicide, and I certainly looked at the small knife I took from the kitchen just now. A few scratches on my wrist, right in the path of my veins that look thin protruding. I can't count how many light streaks there are because the wound always heals quickly every time I commit suicide. My hope this time is, hope I succeed in taking my own life. I chose to sit on the emergency stairs on the 5th floor in my apartment. I hope no one tries to open the emergency door. I counted in my head, and my right hand groaned while holding the knife, ready to cut my left hand. The small knife had cut exactly the vein in my left hand. Blood immediately gushed out. I
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