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Jun 2019
Don't go to the bathroom.
Don't grab the scissors.
You'll be a disappointment.
You said to yourself that you're done with depression.
Like I can control it.
What was I thinking.
Blood dripping
Tears falling
Looking at the sun going down just like my happiness.
Nothing to say
Written by
Butterfly  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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