Suicide
I think of her all the time.
Ice griped my brain as I watched the blades spin. I wanted to reach in to feel what pain felt like again.
you know what pain feels like
Oh... but I wanted to remember.
My tongue slipped
So I brushed myself off and tried to continue talking
but there wasn't anything to say.
Just answer the question.
What do you dream about?
Only beautiful things
like death and happiness.
But real life isn't like dreams. You don't get to die so painlessly
stay beautiful
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I'm leaving blogger, so I guess this is goodbye. Haha. Um, yeah. I'd tell you to take care, but I know you probably won't, so... peace 'n' luv 'n' shizz. <3
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