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He took the blade to his wrist
and first he carved an L.
A sharp breath, another twist,
a tiny taste of hell.
He closed his eyes and made a fist
and as he wondered Y.
All that he had done; a list
of things he should have tried.
Which lingered like a thickened mist
then slowly came the D
the only one He'd ever kissed
was all his mind would see.
No longer wanting to exist
he took the time that day
to nick the artery He'd missed
when he gashed a final A.