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I scratch
I claw
I bite and scream but I can't
It. Won't. Let. Me. Go
It took me in
And now it won't relinquish
Its hold on my every waking thought
Let. Me. Go.
I wish I knew what to write here
But nothing seems to come to mind
Its like there's this hole in my brain
And all the creativity
And all the emotions
Escaped from my mind never to
Thin little lines scratched into your flesh
Each with a story
Each a failed test
Fight it off
Every relapse
Fight it off
"I don't like fighting"
I don't either
But it's do or die
And please
If there's something left
Do not choose die
Even a white rose
Has a shadow
Some people know
the price of everything
the value of nothing
Suicide is not a means to an end
but instead an end to a means
Throw me to the wolves
and I will return
leading the pack
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