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Nov 2014
There's a resentment that grows in me,
and I don't know when exactly
what day I became this bitter old man
stuck in the body of a **** young idiot.

I take my love wherever
it'll ******* come from now.
I yearn for anything.
Everything.
Death especially.

I don't wanna survive another winter.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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