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May 2016
my ears are silent
—i repeat—
my ears are silent.
i choked myself today.

poured my ventricles
dry to fill atriums with acid;
my lungs asphyxiated,
i'm dead, i'm quiet

i did my time screaming
and now i'm numb,
i’m deaf and dumb,
i’m sorry you had to see it.
in case you hadn't noticed my depression is getting worse, but i'm not quite dead just yet.
Written by
Al
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   Alice Smith and Brent Fisher
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