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Apr 2016
Coughing up blood again
This time it's black as ink
So I decide to write in blood
And not wash it down the sink

Covering all my walls in all my failures
Until every last drop leaves my body
Leaving me pale, cold and rigid
And a heart withered in my chest

Suicide by writing
The note is my life
The ink is my blood
The death is alright
In case someone worries, I'm not suicidal. :)
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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