does it really matter if we kill ourselves tonight?
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a "poem" I wrote about teenage suicide. I don't really know if I can call it a poem but I just put my thoughts into it. I'm only starting with writing stuff like that so I'm not the best but i tried.
Let me know if you would want me to make a whole book about this because I think it's a really intresting topic and I was already thinking about making characters and the plot :)
I inspired myself to write this based on last book i started reading recently and I also wanted to share my thoughts with yall as a persom who attempted suicide. Love to all of u <3
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