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May 17
Deeply suicidal
                                               and
momentarily insane.

for the need to drown
out the noise of depression.


I fall into the crest of every wave,
             hoping each will


wash my pain away.

But the reality is I



drown deeper.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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