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Jul 2022
Being suicidal is like a form of cancer
It is harder over time
To stay alive
My bones are weak
They crumble and crack
Because the sorrow
Eats away at my fragile structure
I can barely stand up during the day
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I am tired
Please let me die
Shaylie
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