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Jun 2016
Dear World;
I'm so sorry
That I wouldn't tell you about the pain.
That you couldn't see me sinking in
Until I sunk too deep.
That you couldn't hear my screams
Until they were gone.
That you couldn't see my pain
Until I went numb.
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
All of my depression poems after 6/5/2016 will have a suicide hotline number.
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
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