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If I could just get a blade and end my suffering. This life wasn't meant for me. I wanna die tragically. Surround me in your arms or take the pain away. My lungs are getting weak from calling out your name.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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If I could just get a blade and end my suffering. This life wasn't meant for me. I wanna die tragically. Surround me in your arms or take the pain away. My lungs are getting weak from calling out your name.
I let my guard down and now my heart is broken. Depression decided to give me a visit and I've never felt more suicidal, lost and alone.
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22/Non-binary
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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