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Apr 2019
As I lie down
On the bed of grass
The flowers around me
Turned red from the swirling blood
Inside my veins that finally poured out
The pain is gone
It doesn't hurt
It's even worse
And I love it
I stare at the tree branches
Wondering what I could have been
And as I swallow my last bit of air
The blood pouring out
I'm thinking what Hell will be like
Breathe my last breath
Now it's dark
So I'll never open my eyes again
A poem every day.
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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   Sarah Larsen
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