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Sep 2015
Anger, hatred, sadness
It runs through my veins
I need to break the stream
I need to bleedbleedbleed  
But it doesn't save me
My own blood runs down the shower drain.
I'm spiralling. I know that.
But I don't want to stop.
I realise now,
I don't want to survive.
So, I'm letting go of solid ground.
Darkness, pull me down.
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