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AND EVERYONE ALWAYS GETS IT WRONG, NOBODY SURVIVES SUICIDE, YOU DIE HALF OR YOU DIE WHOLE BUT YOU DIE ALL THE SAME.
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Greetings, old friend,
Forty-nine. Jesus. I never thought I'd make it to twenty-five, let
alone fifty. And yet here you are, and here I am, inter..
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A poem about a ghost.
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A poem written for the birds who don't migrate.
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Bones asleep on ocean floors
tell a story like no other,
we are a natural machine,
a creature cursed.
To soil, earth, rock,
it's been no time ..
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There will be no funeral,only a wake.My body should be nowhere to be found,there should be no photos nor videos of me.My name should only be spoken wh..
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I have the same ability to love as Eurydice did,I can forgive the same way Eurydice did. They give this power to Gods,they act like it's some great gi..
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I plan to kill myself in December,I've been thinking about it all year.But the Summer makes me so sad,I may not make it to Winter.A headache,the kind ..
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I worry that when my dog lets out abig, dramatic sigh,the way dogs often do,that he's sighing because of me.Because of something I've done, some mista..
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Wrote this during the first Covid lockdown.
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