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Panacea of life, solution of existence. I found it. And I'm taking it.

Trapped. In a room. Therapist sitting across from me. Don't need her help. Don't need it. (Rated M for descriptions of cutting and cursing.)

A winding path, from cloud to cloud and from good to bad.

Suicide. It's bad. So much worse when you stand there, watching. So much worse when the blame falls. So much worse when...

Four terse verse poems. Really short.

A collage poem about love abuse. **collage poem: taking other people's lines and putting them together to create poetry

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