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I’ve been dead for a long time. You don’t have to kill yourself to die.
Why can’t I just be happy
I wrote a poem I’ll never read
I'm a functioning suicidalist
A suicide note never expires
There is beauty in sadness
I smoke weed to keep myself from cutting.
Once a cutter, always a cutter
He says hush and close your eyes...soon you will be in the cutters paradise.
He says grab my sharp hand and let me take your pain away...I will never leave you...