Trigger warning ⚠: suicide
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.I took the alcohol from my father's cellar.
I heard it burns bright from an ancient dweller.
She told me the tale of phoenix.
Which rose up from its ashes.The thing I know for sure,
Is that I won't rise,
Like the tale of Phoenix
Once I meet my demiseWhen I'm done procrastinating
I drown myself in fire
I feel the heat radiate over me
It burns so eagerly through my attireThe pain that I feel
When the fire eats through my skin
Melting down the layers
Till it reaches my bones.I lose my conscience
Everything fades to none.
With all my pain gone,
My soul leaves my body
Happily evermore.
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