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Beautiful Death

His bones protrude, nerves exposed.
What caused this tragedy, no one knows.

Bits of sanity, in clenched fists.
Yet, he still hemorrhages from the wrists.

He tries, frantically, to pick up the pieces.
Try as he might, the pain only increases.

As he fails, he wonders...what did i miss?
For every effort, here i am at this.

He lies still, salvaging every last breath.
Awaiting his savior, his beautiful death.
Written by Chaoticwayz
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