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Mar 2019
I wonder what dying feels like.  
Right after the pain is it quiet?  
Will it stop me from hating myself?  
Is it a fresh start?  
I just wish I could have the strength to jump.  
Instead I just walk around.  
Hating who I am
And hoping for a better day that may never come.
My days consist fully of this.  Suicide is never the answer but in my head.  It sounds pretty sweet.
The Vault
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