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The Final Release
I have to be more careful than you would ever believe about who gets to read my poems. That might not seem true, since I broadcast them over the 'Net, but it is. Letting people who know you or might actually meet you someday read your poems is a completely different thing than letting total strangers read your poems.
Total strangers cannot say to your face that you're wierd and that you have problems for writing what you do, or that you must be suicidal.
I've gotten the suicidal bit from numerous people who just don't get how a seemingly happy 15 year old could possibly write something like, "You held the gun to your head...../You pulled the trigger....../You finally got to flee/ I wish you hadn't left me"
Some people have said that I glorify suicide, but I don't think I do that at all. If anything, I make it seem as horribly empty and without glory as I can, because that's exactly what it is. When you come so close to the edge that you can't get back and there's no other solution but to jump, I don't think glory would ever be on your mind. At least it wouldn't ever be on my mind.
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