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Mar 2019
Yeah im done with this world and all thats around, its a game and frankly i aint proud, and i aint addicted, im convicted, hopefully self-evicted, im a *******, shove a knife in my neck, whats the bet i'd survive, just to be deprived of what you call life, im done, where's the gun, that sounds fun, BANG wheres the pain, im sure id fail again, this game is driving me insane, i have a car, maybe in it i can become a star, i wont go far, a trip to the local bar, then a bridge, a tree, a semi is all i wanna see.

i come across a though late last night, if im not here to bring you all hate, then who gonna complain, no more sook, so whos to bring you pain? if im not around you cant struggle in this game, im the reason your all in pain, it follows me around, like a pet, but in debht, its gets me aswell, regardless how much i retreat to my shell. it creeps in, it seeps deep, i ******* hate who ive become, im a ***, a suicidal mess, this i confess, help? **** that less its a knife through the chest.
Hmm... yeah
Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
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Kaleb Webb-Wheeler  Adelaide
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