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Aug 2019
Suicide flows through our veins.
Written into our DNA, it is
our heritage, passed down
from our ancestors as a
taboo tradition only discussed
in secret.

I wonder, who was the first
to heed the premature call
of the void and
I wonder, who was the first
to witness this gruesome display
of humanity
and give it a name.
Kaiden A Ward
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Kaiden A Ward  20/Agender/Looking for Home
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