Lonesome Suicide - Poem by Tricia Lemaster
How will I make it to the devil's show?
I'm lost, with nowhere to go,
rocking back and forth
It's dark, but all I see is a shiny sharp object.
It's calling to me 'just one little slit, and you'l find your home! '
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