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Aug 2013
"Please",
I whisper
"Teach me how to die"*.
I pleaded with the grass,
the moon,
and the stars.
They have all seen,
the tragic beauty in death
countless times,
and I want nothing more
than for them to show me.
alyson
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alyson  hell
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