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Black roses with a white sun White knuckles, holding onto the gun Ready to die, but wanting to live How much more can I give up? Sounds of bombs exploding But I'm the only one who can hear it. Am I dead? No, it's only in my head.

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heaven-leigh

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heaven-leigh

Published: Jun 17, 2014
Time: 1m

Tags: #suicide #poem #sad #depression #life #pain #death #anxiety #self-harm #self-hate

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