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Oct 2013
My mind is blank,
My head erased.
The blood is flowing.
I slit the veins.
The floor is wet,
the carpet red.
Too late for help,
'cause soon I'll be dead.
I hold my breath.
My eyes get wide.
And just like that,
I finally died.
Wyntre The Poptart
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Wyntre The Poptart
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