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| Anti-Suicide |
I read THE CROW, and it caused things to resurface. Things that I had drowned in the tear-filled cellar of my subconscious. I don't claim to be different. I don't even claim to be worthy of Life. But I do know that I still live because I don't feel that I've earned death.
I don't want to be here right now. I don't feel like it. I don't fee like being stared at. I don't feel like being alone. I don't feel like looking on as children fondle each other under the false pretenses of teen love and infatuation. I'm going numb, My gut is being wrung dry with every breath. My hunger is bringing about tears. It's pulling the stopper in the cellar. And the dead are rising to rip away my flesh. I don't deserve to die. I haven't loved yet.
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