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1d
Im never asleep,
And never really awake.
Im in everlasting torment,
And yet i won't burn out.

As my body writhes in pain,
There is no end in sight.
My eyes dry out,
my throat goes sore.

And when the moon grows bright.
My death, would sound just right.
This is just some random **** i coughed up 16 months ago, decided to publish it anyway
Caddyboy
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Caddyboy  16/M/Estonia
(16/M/Estonia)   
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