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6. Despair

I hated my life. My head was all twisted like the roller coasters that I used to go on with my now dead mum. The knife was in front of me, daring me to pick it up and use it. I picked it up and felt the cold, harsh metal in my hand. It inched forward towards my heart like a lion stalking its prey. Suddenly, it pounced and blackness surrounded me...

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