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Motherfucker

It is you It has always been you Can you turn it around now Right the fuck now? Or will you burn? Everything that you have done Lead to this moment again And again and again and again and again So are you ready to give up all the things that have ruined you? Are you ready to throw away the one thing that shields you from truth? Once again i hate myself Once again i fucked it all up Once again i made the mistake The same one i always have made Maybe I'm not ready to live Maybe i should give up and start up again Maybe something else is next But i already made my bed So pretend to be happy now Do it more than you've done before Pray that happiness will come And perhaps the kids will be better for it Just pretend Pretend to be happy And maybe one day you will Actually be happy Fake it until you make it again. Someone kill me please. Someone end this pain. Someone kill my brain. And let me try another aim.
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ryan-bowdish
American
Published
Jul 16, 2023
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