Part IV
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To finally give action
To the thought that crosses my mind
During my really bad days
That happens so rarely
So when it does occur
Like a thunderstorm brewing
Until it finally explodes
To let the water drown me
Or the fire burn
To allow the knife to cut me
Or the rope to tighten around my breathing neck
The thought terrifies me
I'm scared to death
And afraid of what may become
If I let the desolate voice inside me
Take over and destroy
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Nadea x
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