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This man has lost all twenty-seven emotions Like a robot - Any whiff of emotion even feels too much Every word this man says is snubbed Every sleep - his heart beats slower From the pain this man suffered The drugs this man used to be So afraid of - Scares him no more For it had almost wounded him Right by his own bed Which he saw as a liberation This man is tired He's ended up becoming What he used to fight against It has consumed his soul To the point of no recovery Which is no longer necessary This man has zero life He lives for no one To be precise - To pay the price - This man shall die tonight At this point, death would hurt less
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May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:20 AM UTC
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This man has lost all twenty-seven emotions Like a robot - Any whiff of emotion even feels too much Every word this man says is snubbed Every sleep - his heart beats slower From the pain this man suffered The drugs this man used to be So afraid of - Scares him no more For it had almost wounded him Right by his own bed Which he saw as a liberation This man is tired He's ended up becoming What he used to fight against It has consumed his soul To the point of no recovery Which is no longer necessary This man has zero life He lives for no one To be precise - To pay the price - This man shall die tonight At this point, death would hurt less
Note: This poem feature triggering topics (suicide,  drug abuse, self-harm, depression). Kindly restrict yourself from reading if you are sensitive to these topics.
#depression#suicide#selfharm#drugs#tired#death
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M/United States
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:20 AM UTC
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