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May 21
How do I end?
The visceral shudder
The urge
Replaying the car crunching
Letting go of the wheel
Lying in a stream letting the water wash by
Tracing the veins in my arm with a scalpel
Red spilling out
Cleaning
Purging
Arms out, in a cross
But this one selfish
The depression runs deep
Death, the cure
Written by
Kyla
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