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Mar 2017
The universe hands me everything
For some reason I push it away
I'm selfish, wasteful
Worthless and hopeless
Nowhere to run
Except six feet under
I'm ready to be stuck there
I wish I never had to wake up
It would make it easier on everyone
On everything
Katelin Smith
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