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May 2021
I'm just a ghost,
A rotting mortal shell,
A husk without bones,
The one who speaks uselessly
As he waits for his final death.

I may be just a bit more
Suicidal than before, but
If you listen closely
To the story I dare to tell,
It only
                
               gets

                        


                                                              ­                                                   worse.
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
(18/M/six feet under)   
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