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Aug 2015
I wish that it was over.
These days drag slowly
Searching for reason
Justification.
A simple promise,
meaning
No matter how trivial,
So long as it's genuine
Warm like toast.
But there's nothing,
Just the meaningless actions we're locked into.
Kicking against the ******
Unable to stand the pain,
Nobody can see
This sickening distance.
Growing
This isolation.
I wish that it was over,
One last breath
I won't fight.
mrmonst3r
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