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11/23/18
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It's painful.
It hurts.
Press the button
Flick the dagger
Drink the poison
Shoot the arrow
Use the gun
End it.
Please.
I feel the punches
I feel the stabs
But that is not death
It is torture.
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A/n: If anyone is wondering, yes the things I write reflect my current mood.
But right now I'm just tired from Mother Nature's cycle for meh. 😂😂😂
Nothing bad, promise.
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Neon
Random(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
