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Jun 2016
screaming brain. I'm in pain
hand hits the wall. steady downfall
drink down my throat. I can feel myself float
pills in my hand. this is not what I planned
blood on my skin. my head starts to spin
knife in the drawer. I'm on the floor
laying on the ground. I must've drowned
death is pretty. I'm a pity
you think you can save me? how crazy must you be?
reckless behavior. I am my own savior
K W
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K W  Boston
(Boston)   
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