when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never been happier.
a new life for a new life,
one without alcoholic dreams
and panacea kisses.
one without violent outbursts of
disinherited feelings.
one without stomped hearts
or sylvia plath.
when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never seen happiness.
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