Chest tightened.
Breath held.
Flashing images.
Every time you
Mention death and
Threaten suicide.
I kind of die inside.

I see it. The vision of you r u n n i n g then
      
                                                     ­                             F

                               ­                                                          A

                                                              ­                          L

                                    ­                                                 L

                                                              ­                            I

                                  ­                                                     N

                                                              ­                        G

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                                                                ­                 - dead -