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Jan 2020
night time,
nineteen cuts on my arm,
stumbling to my car,
wanting more.

traffic lights,
brighter than any star at night,
pray, so one can end my life.

too quiet for too long,
trying to speak in song,
carrying cryptics,
to the ones i love.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
22
   Mackongo
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