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Thanks, Asshole.


You think it’s funny

Don’t you?

But as I sit here

With words in my mind

Pain in my heart

blood on my arms

And tears rolling down my face

I ponder taking my own life.

Your words caused more than just hurt

It cost my life

And the light from the lives

Of those who actually give a shit about me

(not you).

Thanks a lot,

Asshole.

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