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I'm 17, and from what you can read, I write suicidal poetry. I don't practice it, yet, but I'm trying to get help for this. |
Your smile forever fills my mind.
Your face, I wish I could go blind...
I sit in this chair
Fidgiting with my hair...
Look what you did to me!
Any blind man can see...
Lieing around
you see it on the ground...
I lie on the floor
Surrounded in my own blood...