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Jun 2014
a voice echos in the back of my mind
"one small cut will do just fine
no one cares"
your right, i should paint
the walls red shouldn't I
but this urge i do deny,

"Just stab yourself in the neck
then, you'll die fast that way"
anything to make the pain go away
not physical the emotional kind
this voice is starting to get hard to resist
should i crave death's sweet kiss? who knows.
Dallas Allen
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Dallas Allen  America
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