Artists kill themselves,
We hate ourselves
Screaming as we give our words,
Our reapeating thoughts,
Our thoughts hurt,
You must be strong,
And live so that they may live,
So they never think that death is self made,
Reaching just to be unheard,
Word by word,
Summoning and begging for death.
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