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Oct 2018
I felt as little as a mouse
in that smoke-filled house
Hiding away all day
I knew it wasn't okay
So i got fed up and ran away
And called the feds that same day
that life had been run astray
The condition getting worse every day
Every day She grew less and less okay
It was all starting to fade away

I started forgetting
i fell through the netting
I got hung up in pills and drinks
And almost going to the shrink
They say just stop and think
But thats all i did
That's all i do

I sit and think
How much i want it all to go away
How bad i want to disappear
I just don't want to be here
I want to go away
I want it all to stop
Just silence
The quiet bliss of nothing
finally ending my suffering
peace and quiet
Pure silence
Alex
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Alex  21/F/United States
(21/F/United States)   
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