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Sep 2018
Today
I hang
I hang myself
I hang myself onto
I hang myself onto the branches
of this old tree
just to go, to flee
of too much probability

Tonight
I shoot
I shoot myself
I shoot myself a picture
I shoot myself a picture of me
in front of my favorite old tree
so I can remember thee
so there can be another me
so in this picture I can also be

Yesterday
I killed
I killed myself
I killed myself in a picture
I killed myself in a picture that shows
another me
in memory
but if she's dead
who's sitting on this chair
a me in disguise
I think I killed myself twice
or how many times?
Always changing, always renewing oneself. How many of me have died?
Blade Maiden
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Blade Maiden  33/F/The Sixth Station
(33/F/The Sixth Station)   
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