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The Suicide Silence.Feeling the creep as the life goes slow and expands away,
You feel the release as the blade pierces the skin.
Is it today or later that you will finally fall,
You think you will be free but only in disease.
They will and wonder why it was that night
yes that dark deep silence that you thought it right.
As they grab the body they see you with no one there,
a empty shell that was once your happy face.
You few sitting there who have done it or are thinking to take it today
think of the ones who will clean you up.
Their despair and pain from your so called release.
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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