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Feb 2018
This morning I woke up and reached
for the knife,
Cause I thought for a second of ending
my life,
Then I took one more minute
and thought about them
My Father, my mother,  my family
and friends.
That **** you come up with real deep
in your head
On those mornings you wake up
and wish you were dead.
I said "**** it"and reached for
My whiskey instead,
Took a shot, Lit my Cigarette,
and
hopped out of bed.
I'm pretty depressed this morning,  so I took to pen and paper when i woke up.
Kris Fireheart
Written by
Kris Fireheart  33/M/Houston, Texas
(33/M/Houston, Texas)   
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