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Dec 2015
One blade is all it takes to make all her feelings go away millions of scars this is so hard but all she does is repeat. The things she's told never grow old, as her life gets dull she can't endure this anymore Every night are thoughts of suicide she takes the gun and counts to three. With a sigh of grief or more like relief, she pulls the trigger forgetting she is loved.
Grey clouds over my head.
Secret Poet
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