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Tonight could be the night
Done.
I'm done. Couldn't do it, life. Fuckin sorry. All alone.
What to do? I've got a plan. A plan to kill myself.
Murder.
I've got the supplies. This time, I'll take enough for it to work. Don't worry, I'll do it right this time.
At the park. No, not where the children would find me, I'm not that sick.
A beautiful dress I've never worn. I'll shower, do my hair, look nice.
It's okay.
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