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Memory is such a tenuous thing
you remeber a broken leg or a diamond ring
but you try to forget that night that occured so long ago
no one knows it happened but you try to make it so
but you remeber that hand upon your back
that breath upon your fae, he made it hurt so bad
then he's gon without a trace
then he smiles at you in the hallway, and touches your arm in class, you wish him and his memories
would finally just pass.
One day you find a sweet release of razor-made pain
It feels so good with the effect of red drops like rain.
One day he sees your arm and smiles at the remainder
every time you do it you feel fainter and fainter
one day in a drawer you find suicide apparel
it's heavy and has a long, shiny barrel
you load it, cock it, and smile as the bullet sings
now you sense nothing except how it feels to have wings.