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Jun 2019
There is no more good locked inside this vessel.
Just a hateful corpse dragging whatever’s left through life.
I guess it was only a matter of time until I no longer cared.
None of this makes sense, when will I reach my last breath of air?
I want to rip my veins right out of my arms.
I feel nothing and that kind of agony would do less harm.
People play god and don’t care about the consequences.
But what if there’s no way out? It’s their lives they should have ended.
Isn’t that what mass murders are usually about?
**** it I guess I’m past just a mess there’s no reason for anymore doubt.
My life is like why 9/11 happened. Myself and my life are destroyed. I’m just a ploy. So no one can stop the madness. Why is life like this? It’s no wonder so many peoples lives are in remiss. Re: edit: I don’t know why I even try. My life got ripped out of my being and there’s no salvation any of this could ever bring. Life is a hoax.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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