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Apr 2013
I can’t believe I have made it this far
Whether it be by blade, bridge, pill, or by car
I’ve had so many chances

I’m still here, but not for long
I can feel my pulse and it’s beating faintly like a song
Like when the person nearby has their earphones on, how you can barely hear it
I've had so many chances

That song, my pulse, it’s so faint at this point
It’s so difficult to live when all you do is disappoint
I’ve had so many chances

Yet look at me still going
Forging on into the unknowing
Taking it on, bit by bit
I’ve had so many chances
Johnathon N
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Johnathon N  California
(California)   
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