As I sit here and watch the black scratch against the white. I think of a love that was lost and 'lorn and tears fall to the paper I write: "Do not grieve for me My Love. You will remain with me forever. I am very sorry for the things I have done. None can forgive and forget, For what has to be will be done." I cry as the glisten of the blade is placed against my wrist. As the red mixes With the black I whisper "Death is my only salvation.
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