What does it mean to live
in a world where everyone dies
where everyone is dying
daily
What does it mean to survive
in a life not worth living
where every moment hurts
deeply
What, I wonder, is suicide
when you finally live
and accept your true
identity
She frowned,
Eyes turned down
Shoulders collapsed
Soul bowed
"Nobody's perfect"
I never imagined
She as anything but
Perfectly imperfect
Somewhere between
Her best and my worst
With eyes moist
I recalled that
She was my first
The first I ever loved
And lost
And found again
In the lonely place
Called friend
"I still love you"
Yet alone again
In heart,
In my heart...
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I discovered Suicide Girls years ago, but I never joined the platform. I was reading an article about traditional versus alternative beauty standards, and I was taken in by the beauty that I saw on SG. The women looked like women I knew or had seen...or could see. They had freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, and blemishes, but not a single model looked "less than." In...
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