another long poem, called 'the labelled disease'. enjoy!

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He stared at his wrists sadly

Scars aligned it gladly

Up and down his arms it went, killing him slowly, making a dent.

Amongst the others , he stood strong, the others thought it it utterly wrong.

For they killed, before time went nil, but he stood strong staring at the scars where they truly belong.

Days went by, faster than the speed of light

Finally came the day, that turned his mood gray.

The much dreaded Friday, leading him to the depths of faraway.

He felt himself weaken, it was finally the deathly season.

He slid of the wall, on to his knees, accepted the darkness, and forever took his leave.

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