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Minds White Souls Missing Hearts blank Cold, lifeless wind through my hair Looking down at the glorious new world The moving blurs racing like chariots Scars are bunnies wanting to bounce away Sorrow flowing fast through my veins The time of sharp pains of his hands recurring Glass bottles smashing, skin dripping of disappointment Off I go to the colorful, hard sea 10, 9, 8 Guess they’re too late
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Too Late
Minds White Souls Missing Hearts blank Cold, lifeless wind through my hair Looking down at the glorious new world The moving blurs racing like chariots Scars are bunnies wanting to bounce away Sorrow flowing fast through my veins The time of sharp pains of his hands recurring Glass bottles smashing, skin dripping of disappointment Off I go to the colorful, hard sea 10, 9, 8 Guess they’re too late
Written at 15 years of age.
#suicide#dieyoung
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softmy1211
19/F/Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
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