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Nov 2018
Set
Death is my decision
Not theirs

They act oblivious to what I scream
Each words spun in reverse to the next morning

Silence
It slithers down halls
Devouring my mind
Slowly consumes
Rage insues
Chanting the same words
Barely breaching the skin
Each voice a hum
Rotted of sin

Take my life
Do not give it back
Signal the archways
Mask the stone crack

Hopefully hopeless
Nothing will last
Each word a distant
Each promise resistant
As mourning rises
The sun sweeps a day
Returning to rain
Wash the blood away
Brynn S
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Brynn S  17/F/Searching
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