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Dec 2014
And I can't cope.
My head is a mess.
There is no hope.
I'm feeling less and less.
My body is going numb now.
My feet slipping from the ledge.
I close my eyes and take a breath.
Count softly to ten.
Clear my head of all wishes for death.
*Then repeat the cycle all over again.
Aesthete Flower
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Aesthete Flower
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