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Christmas Suicide.
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July - December 2006 Drawing a picture
into the flesh on my arm,
A picture of what I want us to be.
Do you ever miss your family?
Do you ever think of me?
Thoughts of suicide on Christmas Eve,
I put the thoughts back in their box,
Can't bear to think of you
Finding me under the tree.
Do you ever regret what you've done to me?
Do you ever want me to be free?
