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Jonathan Michael Conlon
Going to slit my wrist.
Going to escape this pure nightmare.
Doing away with what is inside with my mouth.
Doing away with this live man in me.
Wanting only help. A savior to burst forth outside my wrist.
Wanting, lonely and set to destroy everything less I stop.
Going to accept she buries me when need suffers.