A hole in the wall, a bleeding fist.
Again a blade, across my wrist.
Nothing is more than this ignorant bliss.
I couldn't find the longer poem of this,
I only remember a couple lines.
if you find any, send it, maybe?
please and thank you.
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Depression and Suicide Quotes and Poems, Book 2!
Thơ caBook number one is found on my profile if you'd like to read it before you read this one (highly suggested).
