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I'm sick of all the wanting, waiting Of this life,its frustrating Thoughts of death,self masticating Emotions I shall be castrating Have no form of self worth To myself I am furth Where is choice to unbirth? Leave behind wretched earth
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
That dark place
I'm sick of all the wanting, waiting Of this life,its frustrating Thoughts of death,self masticating Emotions I shall be castrating Have no form of self worth To myself I am furth Where is choice to unbirth? Leave behind wretched earth
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
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