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Apr 2013
This world will end tonight,
By these hands of mine.
I will ***** out the light that burns inside me,
And put an end to this suffering.

That faint and feeble light will fade,
As the blood flows from my veins
And feeds the grass beneath my feet.
This world, my world, will be lost forever.

And yet your world, the only one you care about,
Will continue to turn slowly on its tilted axis.
You'll continue caring only about yourself,
And eventually die, the same as me.
Written by
Matthew Mayfield
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