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Jul 2014
I smoke cigarettes to feel death.
Death welcomes me.
I inhale death slowly as I am slowly imploding.
I feel like my mind is exploding.
I kiss death and feel sorrow.
I'm hoping for no tomorrow.
Death grips my heart.
Death is an art.
I have scars from my insanity.
Where is heaven?
I must breathe my last breath.
Goodbye.
Jena Juel
Written by
Jena Juel  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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