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Apr 2018
The tip of the blade she held in her trembling hands.
The edge of the roof she stood at looking down.
The silence of the water that filled her lungs.
The bitterness of the pills she swallowed
The burn of the flame she touched.
The silence of the dark.
The echo of a voice
The solace
she found.
Stephanie Arguelles
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Stephanie Arguelles  24/F/Philippines
(24/F/Philippines)   
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