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Apr 2013
I stand here at
The stove
I'm making your dinner but
All I can think about is
The loud whisper of death
Howling in my ears.
It's drumming through my brain
And
Screaming at my soul
die, just die already
I sigh
Knowing that it's right.

Why don't I just die already?
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