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Jul 2019
just another day.
talking.
learning.
breaking.
crying.
"help".
why don't I just leave
a rope in the corner
a chair
why do this again
repeat
getting ticked off
waiting to blow up
waiting to die
why not get the stress over with
maybe if I just cut to keep the pressure low
scars
all the way up
gallons of blood
a sadness nobody could understand
just...
stop...
I can't breath
not anymore
finally a deed for the world...
Matt
Written by
Matt  M/Paris France
(M/Paris France)   
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