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Dec 2019
Is it really so bleak
Everything around me
So..grim
I am in dire need of a weapon
I am insupportable to myself
Intolerable to the pain
That runs through my body
This blood gushing out of me
When will I see my afterlife fantasy?

- 08/21/19
Written by
nsw
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