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Sep 2019
"The dead weight of your legs from sleeping pills,
the dizziness from the alcohol,
the soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out your wrists?

That's it.
That's what we've been waiting for, that's the quiet comfort.

The beauty of dying."
Written by
Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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