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As I slit my wrist, I watch the blood flow out. As I feel my life slipping away, I think of you and all of the fun times we've had together. I think to myself, 'would he miss me if I die today? Did he really love me? Was this all a dream?' No-one knows until they try. You said you never wanted to see me hurt. You tried to stop me, but you didn't succeed. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I hurt you and I never want to hurt you again. I would've stopped hurting myself if you had stopped destroying yourself. I know you won't stop destroying yourself so I won't stop hurting myself. You can do everything to stop me, but nothing will work. As I deal with the stress of school, homework, bullies, and you destroying yourself, it's too much for me to handel. I needed an exit. I found one, but you don't like it. There is no other exit I would rather take than the one I visit often. I like escaping reality. It's the one place I can go to get away from my problems. There is only one place I love to go, and that is where I feel at home. So, the question stands: would you miss me if I die today?