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Now I'll celebrate my grief.
Sitting on the table joined by no one
Coax my mind to embrace it's chaos,
Silently scream and loudly suffer.
Then I'll drown in my pain,
Till I reach the last stanza.
And when the depth will reject me,
The surface will witness a flailing fool refusing to breathe.
I'll Pick the broken pieces of my relations,
Only to scatter them across my bed as an embellishment.
They'll never be put back together ever again.
For the fear of getting pricked will consume me.
I will wear that black once again,
So that even when I bleed through,
The crimson won't be visible to the eyes.
My wounds will remain open without bandages.
I'll shoulder all the baggage, stubbornly.
Carry them to my grave like gifts from my loved ones,
Open it to experience the violence of love.
And then I'll sleep with the commitment of never waking up.
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