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Aug 2014
If it wasn't my fault
If the binds of life tightened
Became to much,
Suffocated me,
Even though I had breathe,
Would you hold it against me
Judge me for what life had done,
Pressure,
Stresses,
Life,
Was the burden
The weight on my shoulders
Each day I awoke,
Seconds,
Minute,
Hours,
Were to much.
Life had become my prisoner
A death sentence in this living shell,
Would you hold it against me
I wish for only peace,
The moments of existence
Are getting to much,
I hope you understand
To forgive me,
To release me
To feel the peace that I crave so much,
I didn't do this to hurt,
I was selfish, as others will talk.
Life had become
That which I feared,
Know this, you were never to blame,
Life was my tormenter
And now I have freedom from its clutch..
Poetic T
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