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Sep 2020
Her blood dripped down her arms
As she wrote letters
When said goodbye to the world
Yet I didn’t get to say goodbye to her
what a cruel world
Not even a clue how to deal with depression
She just had to cope on her own
She couldn’t tell anyone
As her body dropped to the floor



She’s now

Gone
I lost someone I loved dearly to suicide
I miss her
She was and still is my muse


It’s too difficult and meaningful to give a tittle sorry
Written by
Honeybee  18/Trans Male/Within the Milky Way
(18/Trans Male/Within the Milky Way)   
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     ---, ap, Binita, Nylee and Sushant
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