I killed myslef today. With one pink thumb I ended it. I sprayed myself all over the other man's bathroom. It was red and chuncky. No one seemed to notice. The loud thud of the gun had no meaning. It was all relative. I killed myself so that he was the last one to have touched me in that way. The doubts had been circling my mind forever. Like I would never see him again. So this morning, among much depression, I drank a bottle of wine and shot myslef. So that he would know I was his forever.
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