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Mar 2018
With a mind made out of Oujia boards,

depression became a medium to the whispers of premeditated suicides - they whispered - "take your life, engrave your skin and create a tombstone out of your body. Your grave will be honored with fresh flowers.."

"Well don't you know that this is death's romantic gesture?"

But I never befriended razor-blades, though I'm acquainted to feel how it feels to have my thoughts bleed -

And like an artwork I scarred down my incisions - and amputated these whispers like Van Gorgh's ear.
LT Lethabo
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LT Lethabo  22/M/South Africa
(22/M/South Africa)   
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