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4 a.m

I lay here on my lifeless bed tormented by my demons all i hear are voices in my head I'm a slave to my own thoughts and a victim to depression all I feel is neglect It is how Toronto was born The rejection that kept coming my way I'm haunted by it all night, I'm torn I am weak I fight a battle constantly in my own body and I am on a losing streak This pain. I've become numb to it But I feel like I'm forever falling I'm descending into a bottomless pit I fall deeper and deeper and realize Its not real My mind was showing me lies It was a trick My mind is my enemy It is so twisted and sick My mind is envious of my happiness It always finds a way to torment me My life is just a mess It's 4 a.m I haven't shut my eyes It really is a shame I look to the ceiling and await my next punishment I wait anxious For my souls diminishment -T
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