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There is no g*n to my head There are no p*lls in my hand But a slow sucicide is my poisin Small smiles Tight laughs Small cuts "Partying" Slow sucicide is how I die Playing in snow Eating air Sleeping days Caffine nights Slow suicide is my choice Silver pens Red paint Smoky lungs Whisky breath Slow suicide is a petty death Braclet wrists Long sleeves Empty ribs Cold hands Slow Suicide
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Oct 4, 2022
Oct 4, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
Slow Suicide
There is no g*n to my head There are no p*lls in my hand But a slow sucicide is my poisin Small smiles Tight laughs Small cuts "Partying" Slow sucicide is how I die Playing in snow Eating air Sleeping days Caffine nights Slow suicide is my choice Silver pens Red paint Smoky lungs Whisky breath Slow suicide is a petty death Braclet wrists Long sleeves Empty ribs Cold hands Slow Suicide
Slow Suicide is my choice of death.
Glitching-Jupiter
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Glitching-Jupiter
18/Gender Fluid/Fraser Colorado
Oct 4, 2022
Oct 4, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
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