SlamforSuicideAwarness

I'm saddened my phone doesn’t ring I'm saddened the mailbox is empty I'm saddened we’re not together I'm saddened you threw out my things

And there were days where I was jealous of the moon, For she heard the cries and the secrets that spilled from your bloodstained lips,

In a time that rhymes, with men who mime, this world has lost it's value

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