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i told my doctor that i've had thoughts of suicide i told him that sometimes i press the flesh of my palms against my windpipe and try to force the good things out of my ***** lungs i asked him *after the years of erosion, will my face still be my own?* he said, no so i clasped my hands around my neck to keep from breathing this air that doesn't belong to me this air i do not deserve this air that will never be my own
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
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i told my doctor that i've had thoughts of suicide i told him that sometimes i press the flesh of my palms against my windpipe and try to force the good things out of my ***** lungs i asked him *after the years of erosion, will my face still be my own?* he said, no so i clasped my hands around my neck to keep from breathing this air that doesn't belong to me this air i do not deserve this air that will never be my own
I just wanted to write something.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
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