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Mar 2012
Blade to wrist
Gun to my lips
This is not a game
So dont consider it a joke
Rope around my neck
Would it be ironic if i choke

My mom told me Neva start
What you can't finish
So if i pop one pill
Should i not stop till the whole bottle is deplinished

And I just hope that tylenol doesnt False advertise
cause im really just looking for a rapid release

**** IT

.:i I drop to my knees i:.
.:i And begin to pray i:.

"Lord thank you for the day,

But now i must ask that you tell the guards
at the gates to make way
I'm coming home, prepare a room
i feel like this world is crowded with fake people
and for me there is no longer room.
Im not saying i hate people
But I feel I tried my best at it LORD
and i feel as if now my home resides with you
Im just hoping that everything is true.
You know the gold pave roads
My own Acres
My own Mansion
I want to have it Eternaly with you
But lord im smart and i know there is nothing as half truth
so if i take my own life ill never get to meet you
Than I guess it is all worth the trouble
Im just waiting for the day that i get to greet you"
Amen
Written by
Michael A Bauseman
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   Abbie Argo
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