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Dec 2019
If I could just get a blade
and end my suffering.
This life wasn't meant for me.
I wanna die tragically.

Surround me in your arms
or take the pain away.
My lungs are getting weak
from calling out your name.
I let my guard down and now my heart is broken. Depression decided to give me a visit and I've never felt more suicidal, lost and alone.
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Thoughtsonpaper  22/Non-binary
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