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That tiny little object, so small yet powerful. It glimmers in the light, shines at a touch. The sudden shock of coldness at the first grasp; the beginning of the excitement. Shaking hands trying to jump right into things. Your brain is telling you to hold back, you haven't been like this for months, don't end that now. You're hands beg to differ, it's like there is a slight smirk to them. Second by second the closer it inches. You can feel the point radiating over your skin. Concaving in, you succumb to the blade once more.
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
AcakThis is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are...
