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Death
Cold,
Is the blade against my skin.

Pain,
Is what I get from it.

Forgetting,
Is what my mind is doing.

Bleeding,
the pain and hopelessness away.

Keywords: 
drugs, suicide, death, sharp objects
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Deleted User

I feel empathy not sympathy.
Nice work on this poem.

~Jillian

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felixthecat

Structured well.
Black.
You wrote this as an observer of humanity I trust.
Whatever...you wrote it well.

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mysterywriter723

Brittany, I'm not sure if you just like to write about death or if you consider it. However, your poetic skill is remarkable. The way you used word groupings and pairings is pretty clever. I believe you've captured how many people have felt, at some point in their life. We all get depressed sometimes. Yet we can learn to enjoy living and embrace, even anticipate, a bright future ahead of us.

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