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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
dropping low from the conversation
a new frame of mind fills the room
airborne from down the street
washing over
complete in hanging on
it's their time to let time tick
consuming in forever
taking in the strife without breathing
and defiled hands bathing one another
the contemplation of suicide
brings you to a supplementary level
From Rachael: So I came across [this] dated back when I was about 14-15. A couple of these were the darker—bloodier ones I had mentioned. Punctuation isn't correct, and I don't know the correct way to format any of it either....
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