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Jan 2016
pull me up
by the roots
of blue veins splayed
across pale flesh

i'm a puppet
dancing
on strings
twirled around
your finger

if i ever muster
the courage to
sever the ties
i'll pour my
life's blood
down my arms
in scarlet
rivulets and
swallow the
razor blades that
led me to
eternal rest

i'll die
smiling
alleluia
free
at last
"The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it, one gets through many a dark night."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Pearson Bolt
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     ryn, --- and Cecil Miller
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