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Apr 2020
Depressed by the thought of loneliness
Eating me up from the inside out
Some time there ain't nothing that could be worse
Just want to scream and shout
Had to much time with just feelings and thoughts
Staying alone is all I truly know
It's making me feel like **** My Life
Don't give a **** what I'm really about
Someone who wants the best for himself
But I haven't been real on some real talk
My words don't mean **** anymore
My thoughts have been chained and cuffed
And that muscle in my chest is blackened
But even worse than before
So what's the point of having a soul
It ain't 6 feet down in the ground
No one that truly knows me don't even
Want to hear my name or want me around
With that being said why am I here
Don't want any parts to do with it
Send me on my way
Just say "**** It."
Written by
Shaquille Otto  26/M
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