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Apr 2013
Too far
I have come to let it all end
Too long
I have been fighting for it
Yet at this moment
I'm looking down twelve stories
To the concrete below
Knowing that will be where it ends
Everything I have worked for
Everything I have fought for
Comes to a crashing end
My bones with mix with the asphalt
My blood will mix with the sewer water
And my body will become nothing
But a stain in the side of the sidewalk
Too far
I have been pushed to the edge
Too long
I have tolerated the *******
No more
This ends
And I hope my blood alcohol level
Mixed with the antidepressants
And the cuts on my wrist
Are evident enough when my body plummets
Scatters into an oblivion
Robert Guerrero
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