a beautiful sucide a scarafice of love and body words spoken but not forgotten twisted and torn i lay here wishing i had never been born my emotions are so mangeled i know not what it is i feel or where to do i want to turn and run but you grasp is tight im… Continue reading Beautiful Suicide
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Exemption
I gaze into the mirror and see a beautiful suicide. I pull a razor from my chest and smile. Tears of joy fall from my eyes as I drag the dullness across the blue rivers.