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Jul 2019
Stop me, now you still can
Standing on the edge of the cliff.
Losing my balance.
Not falling slowly,
But quick.
Falling
Hit the ground.
Blood dripping on the ground.
While you could have offered me a hand.
Text me
I'm lonely
#dead #scars #hurt #blood #suicide #suicidal #balance #falling #failing #ahand
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Butterfly  Genderqueer
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