The Book of Jam
A diary of my subtle life
Thursday, July 02, 2015
With his own hands
I'm a complete disaster
He said to himself with a growing grin
As he saw himself as one would reflect
On the past self, hoped to never again become
And at that point he was free to kill himself
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