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Oct 2013
I'd like to be buried deep beneath the soil,
six feet under no longer breathing; no more toil.

My lungs are tired,
my heart carved out,
no one listens to me scream and shout.

My darkest fantasies ignite in my skull,
cutting, biting, drowning, I want it all.

Give me the pain I need to feel alive,
then leave my side as I slowly die.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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