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suicide~
knife slips;
cold steel against warm skin
a tearing sensation; torn
between life
and beyond life; death.
simply a word?
many too afraid to contemplate
to think about
the emptiness of death...
or life
whether living or dying
how can you tell?
how?
torn between living and dying
the knife decides
it tears,
no longer torn
I follow my soul as it drips
droplets of tears, blood, it escapes
my body,
lifeless
empty.
By Emba
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