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walking to my home
without my phone
all alone
makeupdripping down my face
crying feeling so lonely

Submitted:Apr 25, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Walking to the payphone

Calling my friends

telling them I can't handle life anymore

they take it as a oke

laughing and giggling

they hang up the phone

pulling out a pocket knife

I slit my throat

slowly and painfully


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