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Feb 2016
The thought of life
The killer,
The murderer
**** me, **** me
Stop punishing me.
Don't make me gasp for the air.
Shoot me in the head.
Hit me with a cargo truck.
Make me cry no more.

Tears are filling my eyelids,
The fear terrorizing my body.


Im shaking.
Make me stop

Make me sleep.
Im begging for a dream.

End.
End this.
End me.
#iWASdepressed
I was and now im trying not be, again.
-poembornwithfeet-
elea
Written by
elea  Manila, Ph
(Manila, Ph)   
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