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CLAIRE NOTEA May 2020
I danced with false golden gods in vacant places. I was intoxicated, yet alive with pain.

Chasing a drug. Chasing a love.
I kissed muddy souls who supposed me worthless. Confirming my self hatred. Authorising the doubt she taught me.  

They took my body and filled it with emptiness. Disappointment overwhelmed at first, leaving my hollow second hand body each time.

I danced emotionless and alone in a hopeless place. The noise deafening my starving soul.
I was nine years and numb to it all. I died before him.
Ryan O'Leary Mar 27
Dear editor I have now
completed a collection
of suicide notes, which
will not need copyright.

I am authorising you to
instruct the publisher &
printer to proceed, save
a space for, my, last one.

— The End —