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What's keeping me tossing at night?
lately I've been thinking about that rope - thinking about lynching my thoughts on the same tree that we got this knowledge from.
And they say that the apple didn't fall far from the tree - Well, I ate mine rotten, and its seed sprouts depressing thoughts, like -
"I wish I wasn't born" or "I was cushioned in the womb, only to find out that being born is a nightmare"
Still trapped inside my dad's body - but I wake up everyday hoping for a transition.
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