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Nov 2014
It's *****..
crying yourself to sleep,
wondering if it will all be okay.
it's wanting to be 6ft ground deep,
but  also wanting to live another day.

thinking to yourself if it's worth it,
asking yourself if you can make it.
it's the stinging on the first slit,
blood all over your sink, there's nowhere to sit.

the tears rolling down your face,
feeling so empty, and so much pain.
you clean up the mess, just in case,
you realize that you have nothing to gain...

it's the scary feeling you get wakening in the ER,
and  everything was just a blur.
then you realize death isn't the only cure...
Brooke Palmatier
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Brooke Palmatier
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   Styles, Juneau and Janor
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