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All You Have Left.


cutter, killer

what have you done?

did you learn to make tights knots?

or play with a gun?

Silent, Loner.

it this any fun?

you sink deeper and deeper.

the demons have won.

Empty, hollow.

it this all that's left?

what pill will you swallow?

what knife will you select?

Useless, worthless.

feeling cold yet?

there's frost on your gravestone

carved into the cement.

Withered, Heartless.

this sun has set.

Dark nights,

and long days.

are all you have left.

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TamingOfSeaWolves
<p>thank you for commenting, it means alot to me.</p>
TamingOfSeaWolves
<p>thank you so much!</p>
nkead616
<p>This is deep. I love your writing here and hope the best.</p>

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