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as the pain saves me
| my lonely heart, it cannot take, |
| the trauma of this pain of late. as i think of ways to get out, my mouth just opens i begin to shout my eyes are looking for something new, anything, anything to get rid of you. the weight of my world is crushing me, it's dark and cold, i cannot see. a knife lay there on the table, with little effort i am able my blood drips and forms a river my whole body begins to quiver death at first was not my goal, though death has certainly saved my soul. i don't care i'm suddenly free. i lay there dead, as my pain has saved me. |
-anonymous
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