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Jul 3
staring down a loaded gun
my mortality mocks me

fading away a little each day.
another decision, made for me

just wanted to leave a mark.
do good, make a difference

its getting dark now; too hard to stay awake.
loneliness echoes when all your hours are spent asleep
sick and tired of being tired and sick
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n  i'm just a little tired
(i'm just a little tired)   
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