Category : Poems

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I find a place where I could begin my ritual of death 
I begin taking out a blade that could do the job
I pull up my sleeve and press the blade on my arm 
It hurts more and more 
I stop and blood gushes out of the cut
I put hot water on it and leave it like that 
I leave the place and chuckle to myself 
That one had even more than ever
I mean what can I say it's not like this is my first time