Everytime I remember your face and fingerprints,
sadness burns through my body and brain.
So I swallowed as many happy pills as I could,
but the only thing I got was a lot of people asking me:
"Why did you try to commit suicide?"
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Poetrymy hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
