August, 2, 2016
To: ______
From: me
Subject: none
❝ can you feel it?
the dead weight of your legs from the sleeping pills, the dizziness from the alcohol, the soft throbbing of your pulse as blood is pumped out of your wrists?
thats it
thats what we've been waiting for; thats the quiet comfort
the beauty of dying ❞
YOU ARE READING
depression
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