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One thousand more times I could try

It'd all be same

The damage the Crimson the pain the rage!

All of the fighting up to come down swallowing what I call sane

You'll never see clearly till I force this upon you

Till you feel this ******* disease

You'll never feel as sick as I do

Swallow these pills one by one and still feel no release

Let them diagnose you. Hold you against your ******* will

You're no human you disgust me

Add another ingredient to the list for your brain bleed.

**** you and **** your thoughts

Survival is my only friend!

And even though I'll probably live, let me choose my end!

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tana-marie-b
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Feb 8, 2016
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