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Oct 2019
I wake up every morning with this weight on my heart,
All I can think is I was ****** from the start,
It's hard to be happy when all you want is death,
But no matter how hard you pray nothing happens,
We all die an rot just the same,
But when we do it ourselves it's called inhumane,
Bc when push comes to shove your just another toy,
And when he gets fed up " Oh Boy",
When he says to jump you have to say how high,
No matter how much you wanna ******* die,
Bc all we are is just ******* toys,
To all of these childish boys,
You think you have it ******* set?
All I have to say is I bet,
Just keep your head down and obey,
Cuz in the end we are all ****** anyway.
Ethan Asher Adams
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Ethan Asher Adams  20/Non-binary/Arkansas
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