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Jane 17

de Harold Budd

Thoughts of suicide floating through my head
Constant flow of nightmares, makes it hard to live
No concern
For myself
Inside screams
End this now, you piece of shit!
No sign can save me now, the thoughts in my head are too fucking loud
Waiting for something. i should have done already.
Find a rope strong enough, hang myself from the highest branch
Vivid fantasies of choking on my blood
Sucking air through the slit in my throat
This is nothing new, so don’t ask so surprised
I hope you all know, that this wasn’t an accident.

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