Dazai Osamu
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The look of fear upon his face spoke louder than any words he could ever speak in this moment. He was sprawled out on the bathroom floor, blood dripping onto the bandages he held loosely in his hands. His neck had been cut up so badly, it was hard to see the skin beneath. His breathing was rigid, and his eyes were wide with surprise and fear. He'd been found during one of his bad habits.
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