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WASHED UP
Contributed by
twesten
on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 12:35:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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WASHED UP
My mind is all washed up. I can't think,
and I can't write. Every time I go out,
I end up in a fight. Depression took over,
and hatred and anger too. I tried too fight
them off, But there was nothing I could do.
Now I sit at home all alone, counting down
the time. I now beleave when I was born, it
was truelly a crime. counting down the minutes,
until I say goodbye. with one bullet in my gun,
I will surely die.
Not a real suicide letter
T.West
Copyright ©
twesten
... [
2004-07-07 00:35:18]
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Re: WASHED UP
(User Rating: 1 )
by TheReturnOfx7 on
Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 12:48:19 AM AEST
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| a great fictional account of what so many of us feel sometimes...splendid |
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