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I want...

I want something bad to happen to me.

I want to be run over, to be hurt by somebody, to have to go to hospital.
I want to do drugs and smoke, I want to take pills and pass out,
I want to bash my head into a mirror and cut my arms up.

Because I hate myself and m life and I want somebody to realize that.

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