My Death
30 March, 2005
Author: Squishi_04
the thought of suicide comes into my mind,
as quick as a deadly snake bite,
its venomous posion flowing through my mind
killing me slowly, leaving me to wait for my end.
the posion brings in pain that is unbearable.
what stops this venom from destroying me?
a dark tunnel is created in front of my eyes,
this is the end.
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