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The thoughts of suicide riddle my brain, They're around all corners of every word I say. Every thought I think or memory I look back, The symbiote of suicide leaks out of every crack. Writing and romanticising all my bad habits isn't smart, But it's the sacrifice I make to make sacrificial art. There's beauty in trapping myself in a box of sadness and doubt, Walls made of paper; so maybe I can write myself out. As unhealthy and sordid as it may be, I find self-solitary to bring out the best in me. As unstable and morbid as it may seem, I find thoughts of suicide to bring out the best in me.
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
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The thoughts of suicide riddle my brain, They're around all corners of every word I say. Every thought I think or memory I look back, The symbiote of suicide leaks out of every crack. Writing and romanticising all my bad habits isn't smart, But it's the sacrifice I make to make sacrificial art. There's beauty in trapping myself in a box of sadness and doubt, Walls made of paper; so maybe I can write myself out. As unhealthy and sordid as it may be, I find self-solitary to bring out the best in me. As unstable and morbid as it may seem, I find thoughts of suicide to bring out the best in me.
Irwxn
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19/M/UK
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
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