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June 08, 2026  

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Victim

 

Suicide comes in whispers

giving up

your soul your cell

 

fishness thinking

 

that you have a right

to right or fair unable

to fair the weather

 

of war tore torn

in pieces knowing

 

you are not

cannot be anything

worth earth or sand

 

nor snow

melted down

to the victim

 

Why breathe?

 

ShannonV - on May 2 2008

I really like the second to last stanza- cool image. I think you could expaaand on this, it seems like a great start.

 

And I breathe so I can, you know, not die.  


EmilyRose - on May 2 2008

:), it was a random thought more or less.  How are you?  How is school?  How is the lizard?


ShannonV - on May 2 2008

I'm good! Pretty good.. not bad. Shoudn't complain.. though that doesn't stop me. Cuz complainin' is fun. School... only one semester left after this one and I graduate. YAYAYA. Lizard... long dead. For like a year now I think. We'll meet again- IN HELL.

How're you??


Emily Rose

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