I can see the light ahead of me.
it is dimming to just a soft glow.
as i hold this shard of glass in my hand,
i press it's sharp edge to my throat.
i can feel my muscles tightening because of the pain
but it does not matter.
because this has no effect on me
like the one you left.
i press even harder i can feel it break a layer of skin.
i push just enough to let me bleed out.
my death will be slow.
so i can watch the fading light grow smaller and smaller,
as i take my final breaths.
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Submission Name: Light
