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the hell?

today i was at the park, on the swing, lost in thought and my music... then this guy came up to me, that i know from school.. he handed me a knife and told me to slit my throat, so he could lick the blood off my body and fuck my corpse.. i took the knife and left.. the knife is now in my wall.. but what the hell? why does every guy i know, hand me something sharp, and tell me to kill myself?  
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