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HallelujahSuicide is selfish. But for some, it's the only way out.
Hallelujah is what some sing on the morn of a death.
The dawn of the morning shall come bright in tears.
Face the black dawn of our deepest fears.
The black parade shall rise again and take us down with it's ship.
We shall be singing..
The midnight sky shall cry bloodened tears.
Dripping down the night worlds face.
Mother nature shall be strengthened by their love.
By their soul.
The sickness of this world will be replenished and forgiven once the blood has been dripped.
In their hands with the face pail and dampened.
I do not believe in a God.
I believe in peace.
I believe in love.
The sickened mind of the once tortured soul.
This world is cold and stricken with fear.
We sing to get away from the pain. The knife deep in our veins.
We close our eyes in song as the selfish souls pass into the earth.
The dawn of a new world.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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