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Jul 2015
Falling, flailing, descending to new lows,
Feel it wash over, from my head, to my toes,
I should already be dead, from so many blows,
But I guess one more? **** it who knows.

Spinning, grinning, laughing the whole way down,
Smile for a minute, before it turns to frown,
In these foolish emotions, I begin to drown,
Don't know whether to end it all, or just leave town.

I wish I were more, I wish I was smarter,
Wish I was stronger, wish I could fight harder,
Wish I had you, wish I didn't keep falling farther,
Wish I were a better man, and not just another martyr.

I am not worth much, this much is true,
It is much more, than just my point of view,
Its what happened over and again, I wish I had something new,
Wish I had what I wanted, I wish I had you...
Topher O'Neal
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Topher O'Neal  28/M/My head
(28/M/My head)   
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   Francisco DH and Cecil Miller
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