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Oct 2015
This life is often so very trite
I might just end it all tonight.
A feeling so often felt within a heart that stopped beating a very long time ago.
So-
I ask myself, if it is worth it?
Life alone?
Cold lips; never missed.
Or will I be?
Maybe so,
But even though,
Is it really worth it?
silence in a seat, weep, weep, weep
I will until I'm all alone, locked away within a home.
Among these walls, bricks and wishes to be free, for just a day.
Might I may-
Say-
I don't belong.
YoursTruly
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