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1. Kapitel 1

I hate the way the knife cut through my wrist. It hurts. But it's the only thing that works against my sorrows. I cut through my vein and down to my hand. It hurts. I want to scream, but I don't. The blood looms in regulation. I remove the knife and begins to cut on my upper arm.


The blood flows down. It's cold. Cold but still it is hot. It stings and hurts, but at the same time it feels good.

I can feel the knife run down the upper arm. The knife is tough and dry. It's sharp and cold. I bite the pain in me. I drive straight down over my vein and cut way down.

I'm starting to see a light. And suddenly everything becomes black...

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