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I am delicate, With one touch I crumble And fall to the ground. I am a spineless, Pusillanimous being Who yearns for the end. I am limited, There isn't much I can do Except plead with death, To relieve me of This earthly life that I hold. Send me to darkness, Send me to a place Where I won't be able to Feel any more pain. All I crave is the Sweet release of death upon my pathetic soul.
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
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I am delicate, With one touch I crumble And fall to the ground. I am a spineless, Pusillanimous being Who yearns for the end. I am limited, There isn't much I can do Except plead with death, To relieve me of This earthly life that I hold. Send me to darkness, Send me to a place Where I won't be able to Feel any more pain. All I crave is the Sweet release of death upon my pathetic soul.
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24/F/Texas
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
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