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The Torment, the Death & the Prophecy.

******* barking and let me in,

Check the form,

I wreak of sin,

Where's your Master,

the man in red,

Tell him I'm here,

I'm finally dead,

 

Those ******* people and their lies,

so full of ****

I do despise,

I couldn't take it anymore.

My body, I've left it on the floor,

Well, what's left is no good,

It's all covered in blood

and how do I feel?

I feel ******* good!

 

They smiled at my eyes

and lied to my ears,

They think I don't know,

I've known it for years,

I wrote them a note

and sealed it away,

That note is still here

to this very day.

 

****** poetry by

Kaydee.

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Written by
SazKells
Other / Lancashire. UK
Published
Dec 18, 2017
Lines·Words
26·115
Notes

8 years on and that note is still here. Along with other truths that will live on long after I'm gone.

Written with a specific purpose. To accompany the envelope titled

'Dear Voyeurs, Part 8

Tags
#suicide#death#transgender#narc#gaslighting
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