and for miles and miles

the forest smiles

encompassing my restricted options

all the pros call for liberating

me, the con

my mouth tastes like medicine

“oh, look at the state she’s in”

what state am I in?

call a “friend”?

means to an “end”?

death is always a means

maybe I should believe

suicide is as real as an apple

suicide is a meal as an apple

suicide is strength

and built like a lost castle

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