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Feb 2019
I cut my teeth
In the back rooms of therapists
Learning what abuse is
Learning about forgiveness

Preparing for roofs
Or notes to parents
For the after life
And my last breath

Sickness and distress
A scream from hell
Grab my heart
And never let go

Find comfort in death
I’m still learning how to live
I try to live my truths
But just as often fail

Remember that with life
These things are what it’s worth
I’ll kick and scream
I can’t stand to be me
PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL
The Jolteon
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