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Oct 2010
When you feel there is no way out,
Except death, by your own hand,
What do you do?
Do you take the easy way out?
Although, it really isn't easy, or guaranteed,
It will probably only make things worse.
So, what do I do/
Keep going?
Why should I/
What's the point of it all?
alive or dead, what's the difference?
It's a zombie-like life anyway.
No purpose or reason.
But a craving for something,
Something bigger and better than what I have.
Something I'd give anything to have,
Give everything I can to attain.
I don't know what it is I desire,
But I'd sell my soul for it.
So you ask me how I feel?
Desperate for change!
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