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Aug 2017
what if, tonight, i just stopped breathing,
my heart stopped beating and my chest stopped heaving?
i could swallow those three bottles of fresh pills
while wondering how it went downhill and i was suddenly ill.
it's not like i'm needed here anyway
my mind's just left to rot away while my innocence decays.
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