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I Don't Think Of Suicide
24 November, 2010
Author: Mental

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I don't think of suicide
suicide thinks of me
i think of tragic passions
i'm suicide's cup of tea.
suicide forces it's desires
it engulfs me with it's smoke
blood that is exposed is it's fires
and makes me choke.
sometimes i welcome the feel
i let it consume
i give in and kneel
and forever inside it' entombed.
once you draw your own blood
once you cut your own flesh
it stays inside like a damned up flood
together forever, hurting and healing mesh

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rage (66.153.240.162) -- Thursday, September 5 2013, 12:51 am

i know

I know the feeling very nice
 
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