Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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Stab the heart that holds the desire.
Cover it with gas and set it on fire.
When it starts to burn, and you begin to choke.
Take one last breath and go up in smoke.
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kristin brokaw
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3/17/2026 1:15:28 AM # 1.0.0
i love this poem. i made attempts to end my life in the past, and well it is true i would have died with nothing to show and the only cause i can see is i was unable to deal with my pain from my past. poetry has fixed both, for when i do die i will leave my poems. I also learned to deal with my pain through writing it all out. Great poem.