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Oct 2015
Can't wake up this morning.
Can't face another day.
The night is more comforting.
The light; it burns. It's pain.

My will is gone or broken.
I'm too beat to even tell.
The words I haven't spoken
are dragging me to hell.

Retaliation or submission.
I lose in any case.
Can't fight in this condition.
Won't death come take me away?

I give up! I give up!
I'm bleeding out this love.
Tie a noose on the end of this rope.
Tie the other end high above.
Krusty Aranda
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Krusty Aranda  MΓ©rida
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