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Nov 2013
Drowning
Darkness swallowing me whole
Nowhere I can go
I must accept my fate

Dying
Doesn’t seem so scary anymore
In fact, it seems to bring relief
A light in the darkness of life

Maybe I’m ready
Maybe I’m not
As the blood drips from my wrists
It’s clear I can’t stop

The crimson tears have finished flowing
And I’m closing up my eyes
My final word to the world
Is the simple question “why?”
I feel like this is kind of ******, but I felt sad one day and had to get it out.
Rhea Berry
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