Suicide 2

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Love, a word from God,

Thing I once had;

faded like mist

faded like my wrist

A song awakened my thoughts

Deep cuts like mounting moths 

Slashing

Bleeding

Deepening

The pain, the blood;

dropping like dark red mud.

Scumbag for a blade,

scratched as many as I prayed.

Blood irrigated

Pain manipulated 

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