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I'm in absolute PAIN. I'm losing faith fast this world is my BANE. I don't think I'll ever know hope. I don't think I can make this rope                                                          l                                                             a                                                          s                                                             t. I think I'm about to make this train WRECK. The first stone is cast And I'm hanging this noose around my NECK. Just to see how it feels. Just to know what its like when that coffin seals o n l y   t  o                                                                      l   e   a   r   n              i    t'    s     f     a     r                  t      o      o                                    V        A        S        T. Please tell me if I can't RUN. how can I create a blast that will burn out the SUN. Because if I have to die Id like to freeze as I say goodbye passed.                                                                            My life has I hope I get left in the OCEAN. I hope I hang from the mast. I hope I drink a POTION. That restores my love because when push comes to shove Out               |||| I don't want to die an.||||                  Cast.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
The Conceit Behind Dying
I'm in absolute PAIN. I'm losing faith fast this world is my BANE. I don't think I'll ever know hope. I don't think I can make this rope                                                          l                                                             a                                                          s                                                             t. I think I'm about to make this train WRECK. The first stone is cast And I'm hanging this noose around my NECK. Just to see how it feels. Just to know what its like when that coffin seals o n l y   t  o                                                                      l   e   a   r   n              i    t'    s     f     a     r                  t      o      o                                    V        A        S        T. Please tell me if I can't RUN. how can I create a blast that will burn out the SUN. Because if I have to die Id like to freeze as I say goodbye passed.                                                                            My life has I hope I get left in the OCEAN. I hope I hang from the mast. I hope I drink a POTION. That restores my love because when push comes to shove Out               |||| I don't want to die an.||||                  Cast.
Format is a little messed up, but it will do :)
relenymous
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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