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Nov 2011
I want to
find a hiding place and
curl up, like
Esther in
The Bell Jar, and
be the cause of my
own demise.
Nobody will bring me down.
I am in control of my
self.
Nobody decides when I am
ready to go.
I'll do it myself.
I'LL conquer myself.
Nobody else will.

I want to hide myself,
take the fifty
sleeping pills,
not be found so that my
plan works.
I want to
see the light,
touch death,
and fall into it.

I'll
never come back.
This might not make sense if you haven't read The Bell Jar. Or it might, it doesn't really matter.
Maggie McLeod
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