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Jan 2016
lonely nights in a bubble bath with thoughts on how to drown myself;
my joy is as fragile as the bubbles that pop.
my head steams with frustration because  the soap is unable to seep through my veins and clean out my blood supply,
the water cannot soak my brain into a coma state,  
and the tap cannot pour poison.
Monet Kiara
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