KIRA will prevail








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ans stould there still
her heart as black as black
her head as still as a quill
she thought about it once
she thought about it twice
the she desided to jump
and end her life

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(the used: im a fake poem)

Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and f***, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted f***s
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand f***s?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a f***ing knife

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