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Dec 2018
I've got to concede, I'm in a ton of sorrow
Pray for a better tomorrow, I'm on borrowed time
I say I'm fine, but I'm dying inside
Pain in silence is a dire crime
Reaching the end of the line
That's not just because I have no one to call
Looks like the ground is going to catch me,
I have no one to lean on & I'm about to fall
Getting by is a tall order,
I'm mentally at the edge, I'm at the border
My anxieties try to govern me, but I try to ignore her
In a quarter-life crisis with a gaze of strife in my iris
Please end this, what I seek is at the end of the abyss
I promise myself that things will look up
But I'm always looking down
Because there's nothing to look forward to
André Morrison
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André Morrison  26/M/United Kingdom
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