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Suicide

Falling again through the remnants of what I thought I had. Unable to sleep, forced to dream. So close, so fucking close to a savior. Instead, I am the Anti-Saint, as you are my Anti-Christ. My very own crucifix, holding me up to watch me die. How could this happen again? Simple. I am naive and fragile. Broken apart by what you've done. Will no one save me? No, let me die. I can escape. Just let me die.

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  • saretyuiop
    April 14, 2008
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    Hell Fuck NO!!! What the fuck now? Good poem though...