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Jul 2021
I feel trapped in my own emotions
I see myself drowning in an ocean
My Soul seems far away
I feel the decay
Voices tell me Die Die Die
I have no questions of why or if I should even live
Family don’t seem to have an interest
I have no one close dearest
I wonder how my suicide would be
No one would even care and see
I don’t need a push
Suicide is my only wish
I wouldn’t even say goodbye nor cry
My tomorrow came today
I have no story
Let me aim towards glory
Distance in separation
This is my Depreciation
A creation that once was
Now a destiny of a different nature
Too late, suicide wins
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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