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Feb 2015
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is palying a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, ***, and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given then
driven back down to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those
strings.
On behalf of a simple mortal being
******* .
Hard.
gimmick suicidal letter to whom it may concern.
Henry Brooke
Written by
Henry Brooke  Paris
(Paris)   
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