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Feb 2015
I'm
I am a **** up, I only make things worse,
I can't buck up, losing things will always be my curse,
Hopefully, I can lose it all, so I don't have a reason to stay,
I can finally, not feel guilty for taking my own life away,
I want all of my bridges burned, peril beyond repair,
Pain beyond compare, being bludgeoned by despair,
Not a second, a ******* second, I don't plot my death,
Bleach, blade, poison, overdose, all leading to my last breath,
A serenity in nothingness, a peaceful oblivion, a blessing to all,
When I am gone, many may be sad, but it will be good when I fall,
I can do no more harm, as much as people say I don't,
But cause any pain, or start some ****? I won't.
Topher O'Neal
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Topher O'Neal  28/M/My head
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