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Feb 11
suicide kills
literally
but the only thing it will **** tonight
is me
only me
nobody else
no hotline can save me
no crush can force me out of it
if I die trying to live
then why die?
a touch to my skin
a purr from your mouth
my life is used up like a pencil
dull and small
soon it will be used up one last time
and be gone forever
Shadowfang
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Shadowfang  13/Trans Male/USA (sadly)
(13/Trans Male/USA (sadly))   
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