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by dokurtybitz
Thinking about,
Blade on my wrist

Promise of an end,
No more depression or pain
For me,
Escape from the roller coaster life
But pain for all those left
Behind.
Struggling to resist and
Blot out the siren’s song,
The lies of my disease.
I can wait until tomorrow
Since tomorrow never comes.

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