Poems About Suicide by New Members

I have never intentionally fallen from a great height,

But I understand the feel of concrete,

It doesn’t bring me comfort.

The corpse in summer don’t stay fresh for long,

So we indulge in moist, sweet dreams.

Spring, in eternal slumber beneath fallen leaves and mud.

我不曾从故意从高楼跌落，

但我明白，水泥的触感，

并不让我舒服
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I have never intentionally fallen from a great height,

But I understand the feel of concrete,

It doesn’t bring me comfort.

The corpse in summer don’t stay fresh for long,

So we indulge in moist, sweet dreams.

Spring, in eternal slumber beneath fallen leaves and mud.

我不曾从故意从高楼跌落，

但我明白，水泥的触感，

并不让我舒服
...