If you actually are gonna read it prepare for suicide. I don't plan on this being any fucking good but here. Its also gonna be short.
Its just something sad about Iceland.
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              Emils Pov

       I lay on the bathroom floor about to do something I should've done a long time ago. After all almost everyone has told me to kill myself, "I'm such an emo fag.." I says tears cascading down my face. I hold up the bottle of sleeping pills, "Time to take these shits." I mutter as I pour a handful into my palm. I grab my glass of water on the sink counter I put the pills into my mouth and swallow them, "I have about 15 minutes before I actually pass out.." I sip my water and clench my suicide note. I pull out my razor and roll up my sleeves and begin my artwork, more tears rolling down my face as I slice away, my tears and blood making the new cuts sting. I let out a shaky sob, my blood covering and probably staining the tiled white floor of the hotel room. "Oh well.." After a sufficient amount of cuts where made I lay back and stare at the ceiling, I should at least text my brother... And Leon... I weakly pull out my phone and type, 'Goodbye' to both. A few moments pass and my phone goes off the hook. I feel tired.. My world blurs and I feel dizzy.. I close my dulling violet eyes. And clench the note tighter.

     "bless grimmur heimur..."
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Bless Grimmur Heimur = Goodbye Cruel World

This sucks ass. I also don't care that it sucks. I just needed to do something.