A suicide Note
If one day...

What is love
is love the feeling of the blood rushing to your...

When I was younger
I used to dream of being Jasmine...

You were there
My mother, born and bred...

There are rats
they claw at my eyes...

She stood between life and death
she breathe down the neck of insanity...

I had hoped your hooves help me stand stronger
you wild spirit keep mine longer...