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I remember the supervised showers The crushed ice The cries at night The feeling of losing control The idea that earbuds with the right twist and ties could make me die The sewn on pillowcases The weapon in scissors, mirrors, handles, sheets, bedposts, bags, shampoo, straps, glass, pens The misdemeanor The boy who’s anorexia was his slow suicide The girl with two siblings that killed themselves How everyone wanted to **** themself The 7-year-old that only cried The lime green hallways that haunt my mind
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
All just suicide
I remember the supervised showers The crushed ice The cries at night The feeling of losing control The idea that earbuds with the right twist and ties could make me die The sewn on pillowcases The weapon in scissors, mirrors, handles, sheets, bedposts, bags, shampoo, straps, glass, pens The misdemeanor The boy who’s anorexia was his slow suicide The girl with two siblings that killed themselves How everyone wanted to **** themself The 7-year-old that only cried The lime green hallways that haunt my mind
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
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