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Love can kill, literally.

I've been at a low point lately where I literally want to kill myself and this is how I imagine it.

I am my father.

He steals a kiss when her back is turned. Be careful before you tease.

Whilst trying to write a haiku, my boyfriend's roommate woke up and came out to harass me.

With eyes far-away-glazed, I live my life waiting for the call.

I have to get out of this bottomless pit. I have to pick me up and put me back together on my own.

There's just something intoxicating about the poison in his mind when he exhales.