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For dead is where I begin, Indebted. & that is where I’ll stay, Despite the way I feel today Despite my tiresome aversions I will hang myself before the opportunity for any detour Deter… I will deter myself.   I will prove to myself, once again, That I, am the master of my demise The rue in ruin My own failure and then… I’ll lay my head to rest. For tomorrow is over. A new beginning in which to distract away from a new To make the same mistakes I’ve grown so familiar to… To a broken neck, one in which reflects my irregularity To walk with my head down… Past the bridge of contemplation, contemplating- suicide. Despite refrain, To spite restraint To the end. & never make it- to the end, My End. I shall be received
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
The Prodigiousness of Youth, the Apathy of Existence
For dead is where I begin, Indebted. & that is where I’ll stay, Despite the way I feel today Despite my tiresome aversions I will hang myself before the opportunity for any detour Deter… I will deter myself.   I will prove to myself, once again, That I, am the master of my demise The rue in ruin My own failure and then… I’ll lay my head to rest. For tomorrow is over. A new beginning in which to distract away from a new To make the same mistakes I’ve grown so familiar to… To a broken neck, one in which reflects my irregularity To walk with my head down… Past the bridge of contemplation, contemplating- suicide. Despite refrain, To spite restraint To the end. & never make it- to the end, My End. I shall be received
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Syrian
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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