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Jan 2019
I’m done.

Slice me and pour out the blood.
Beat me, thud after thud
Numb to the pain.
Filled with disdain

Take a deep breath as it continues and you can’t feel a thing.

I could care less if someone jumped me. Beat me, take everything, just make it all stop.

A whole wave of nothingness grabs ahold of me.
Why do I feel so terrible?
What have I done that is so terrible?
I just want it to stop.
**** THIS.

I’m done.
floW
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floW  20/M/Chicago
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