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Apr 2015
Numbing energy courses through my veins
As I lie here sick and still.
Fighting against all this wretched pain
Takes up every shred of will.
I guess every single soul feels the same
Physically, mentally ill.
Death, is it you who calls my name
I see your face here, in this pill.
Fight against the lack of  meaning in the world, how can we be so worthless,
Written by
Arth  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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