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Jan 2019
A needle is a form a healing
I feel complete
When I ***** myself
I bleed out the heat
The hurt
The pain
The anger
I can’t be beat
But when my lifeless body lays upon the cold floor
My brain keeps telling me “I want more”
The more I take
The more I feel no pain
It’s just very hard to explain
I’m falling down a dark hole
To the land of oblivion
**** there goes my soul
I took to much, now I’m gone
What did I do, what went wrong?
I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused those around me
But no burden am I to anyone anymore
With the needle hanging out of my arm
I am now dead, so no hurt for me, it’s time to soar
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  40/F/Florida
(40/F/Florida)   
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