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Feb 2019
I've picked up a knife
pressed it against my wrist
but my hand
was not able to put the strength necessary
for the knife to go deep enough.
I've held a gun in my hand
pressed it against my head
but my finger
was not able to move.
I've gone to the tallest building I could find
sat at the edge and looked down in a trance
but my body
was not able to move forward either.

What is it about this feeling that is so scary but much needed?
Written by
Paula  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
198
   Perry
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