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Jan 2016
Hit
A bullet hits my brain,
Fired from within,
And screams from the knife in my hand.

A blade hits my wrist,
And blood is set free,
At last released in pain and tears.

A breath hits my lungs,
And no more.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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