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Oct 2015
I slit my wrists today
I didn't even feel a thing
I watched myself fade away
I listened to the voices sing
As I slipped into the dark
My clothes drenched in red
I left no note no mark
Just thoughts replaying in my head
My clothes are in the garbage can
My notebooks are all on fire
This was all my plan
This was all my desire
Find my funeral clothes hanging
The only part of me that's left
Hear the funeral bells clanging
See the people in their Sunday best
I hope they're not crying
To be honest I'm better off here
I was already dying
I just needed to escape my fear
Every now and then I just get this idea of a narrative of my death in my head.  It's scary really but it needs a safe place to escape.
Jack Ghaven
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Jack Ghaven  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   mickey finn and Ja
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