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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1378474

Using my depression to my advantage

Crooked teeth in the mirror, dark words tumbled from her lips.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The blood from her wrists hitting porcelain; cleansing, like a final breath.
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