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"My legs are dangling off the edge. I think i'll slit my wrists again and i'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

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"To die, to sleep -- / No more -- and by a sleep to say we end / The heartache and the thousand natural shocks / That flesh is heir to -- 'tis a consummation / Devoutly to be wished!

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