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My eyes burn from the lack of sleep. Your words circling my mind, like a never ending merry go round. I cling onto that horse with every last strength, yet, you still manage to pull me off. I lie in my bed looking at that once happy thought wishing I could smile, but I can't. Somehow the words leave my head. As the clock strikes 4:48, I, am a blank canvas, waiting for none existent paint. I feel nothing, yet still seem to drag the blade. As a new day begins, my life will end. The darkness consuming what I had left. The old day takes so much innocence, if only we could have waited.. till 4:49.
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
4:48AM
My eyes burn from the lack of sleep. Your words circling my mind, like a never ending merry go round. I cling onto that horse with every last strength, yet, you still manage to pull me off. I lie in my bed looking at that once happy thought wishing I could smile, but I can't. Somehow the words leave my head. As the clock strikes 4:48, I, am a blank canvas, waiting for none existent paint. I feel nothing, yet still seem to drag the blade. As a new day begins, my life will end. The darkness consuming what I had left. The old day takes so much innocence, if only we could have waited.. till 4:49.
4:48am is the most common time for suicides.
#suicide#freedom#depression#darkness#day#night#horse
skye-davies
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
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