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May 16
tears stained red
god, I wish I was dead

I long to tear myself apart
to no longer be a being

I wish to disappear
into the void
for my body to become an empty vessel
for my soul to be freed

I wish for the thoughts to stop

I wish I could stop hurting myself
slicing my skin open for some sort of feeling

I wish it would stop.
it is almost midnight and for some reason, I was drawn here to write after the longest time.
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