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Mar 2018
Why the **** am I alive.
What the **** is my purpose.
*** is my existence.
*** is my worth.
Can I just give my ******* life away to someone else?
I don't ******* want it.
I don't ******* need it.
I hate it.
Someone else out there can use this ******* life I'm wasting.
Can I just give it to them?
I'm so ******* tired.
I can't find a purpose. And when I do YOU ******* take it from me.
I ******* hate you and I hate myself and I hate this world.
Please ******* take me away and switch my souls.
Return me back to soil.
I'd have more value as that. Please I'm can't ******* do this anymore.
Under Empty Skies
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Under Empty Skies  Austin TX
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