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Jan 5
How do I handle
waking up
with a strong-*** desire
to bleed out in the bathroom?
Imagining my toothbrush
as a weapon,
bleeding gums are the least
of my worries.
Before I leave for work
quickly check
underneath my mouse pad.
Yup, it's still there,
my blade.
I don't need it,
I tell myself
as I start my car today.
Turn on 104.9
and journey on my way.
Passively suicidal mornings have dominated lately. No apparent reason why. I do it to myself you know?
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Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
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