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Jan 2017
Darkness
The only thing I can see as I hear the words “**** yourself.”
Frustration
The only thing I can feel as I take the blade from the workbench.
Tears
The only thing I can taste. The salt the bitterness of the things they tell me to do.
Manic depression episode
The thing that I go into when I heard those two words.
Time
The only thing that is warped but completely on track for me.
Suicide**…
The only thought in my head and I never knew what suicide was at the point in life.
Sorry this one is bad. I am not good at writing in the morning
Ash Levi Von Stein
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Ash Levi Von Stein  Illinois
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