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Aug 2014
It's ten o'clock and I'm coming down
And god it's coming down hard
I smoked my last cigarette in the pouring rain
But I can't wash off the inevitable anymore

I'm a terrible person, and I can't stop hurting everyone
But I just wanted to get high
And god I can't be here anymore
I've written out my letters
Is tonight the night to send them

I can't breathe
But instead of struggling or calling out
I think I'll just let it be

Maybe I'll jump off the bridge
In this place that I hate
And death won't be painless
But I don't deserve it to be

My legs will break and I won't be able to swim to the surface like I've been doing for 6 months now
Water will fill my body and I will be terrified
And maybe I'll panic and maybe I'll want out
But right now with my sober mind
I know that I deserve it

And no one will be waiting for me on the other side
And it's probably better that way
God I pray it will be nothing
I pray that life doesn't go on
I pray that I can just disappear

I want to be forgotten
I don't want forgiveness
I don't want my body to be found
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