I was in my room
Darkness surrounding me
While blood poured
From my wrists
Hoping it would all end
But then there's this
Feeling
That makes me
Want
To live
To do things like
Scuba diving
Air diving
Dancing
Juggling
Living
Not dying
So I stop
And put on bandaids
And begin another
Day.
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Escapism
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