It's Not Suicide

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By Broken-Hearted Angel.

It's not suicide that ended my life. It was your disappointment It was the people to whom I was a ghost. It was the piles of unpaid bills staring back at me from the floor. It was the late nights and the long days but it wasn't suicide. It was the apathy of our people as they sent their sons to die in some far away place for reasons no one really understands. It was the burning blindness in my eyes from watching the world fall to pieces around me. It was having no shoulder to cry on; No god to pray to; All of these things where the force behind the blade that released my living blood.

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