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Jun 2018
As my skin tears beneath my nails
The voices chime in louder, stuck in my mind like a broken record
Their bitter words pushing me to go farther.

The blood begins to pool from my wrists
Voices now cheering in approval
I hear the sweet call of death.

My life flows from my arms,
While my body lays as an empty beauty.
Written by
ML R  17/F/Missouri
(17/F/Missouri)   
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