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Four Hundred-Sixty Nine

by Ivy_Nyx12

Gun to the head, knife to the wrist. How did my life turn out like this? Pass me a bottle, drink it away. Become numb to the world just to get through the day.
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I am a poet and a sculptor. I write poetry about my experiences and my emotions and everything. My sculptures are usually made of clay and they typically involve tentacles in some way. Because, you know, tentacles. :3

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fmoore
such a short poem with such power. this made my heart ache for you... I know how it feels to live like this and im sorry you have to do it, just know more like you exist and care. this poem helped me see that a little more..

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