23:45

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The time flashes at me,

I'm 15 in 15 minutes,

But I don't feel a thing.

It's my birthday,

But all I can think is death.

I can't sleep,

Listening to the same playlist on repeat,

Since I woke this morning.

There's a blade in the box,

That blue locked box,

But do I dare?

After sixteen days of being clean?

My mum would hate me,

My dad would mock me,

My brother would gawp at me,

My friend would tut at me.

Is it really worth it?

Is anything worth it?

What is the point,

In living if the only feeling

Ever felt is pain?

17/12/14

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