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Jan 2017
A Forged smile,
Half-dried eyes,
Covering Slitted wrists,
Ignoring contused thighs,
Those oh-so-innocent pills,
Just a loose rope tied,
Keep the gun loaded
                                                                                  
Suicide.
Written by
Ishani Behera
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