The Beauty of Self-Destruction

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A small grenade held between her teeth

A smile playing on her lips

"I can go now, just pull the pin"

She whispers happily

A soft click while the pin falls to the ground

She quickly holds it in her hands

Gripping the way out of this cruel life

In her eyes,

The heart-stoping explosion 

Is just white noise and vivid memories

And all that remains

Is the pin that took her life



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