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With each passing hour I grow more cynical More accepting of my death And more accepting of our synthetic world How can I preserve the sweetest part of me? My innocence? I cannot I’d cross seas I’d battle warriors I’d climb mountains If I knew that there was hope for me Hope for my soul, but There is not So I float Hoping the waters at least take me painlessly   Please drown me Please leave me numb and unmoved I submit myself to drowning Maybe then and only then My soul will rest
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Dysphoria
With each passing hour I grow more cynical More accepting of my death And more accepting of our synthetic world How can I preserve the sweetest part of me? My innocence? I cannot I’d cross seas I’d battle warriors I’d climb mountains If I knew that there was hope for me Hope for my soul, but There is not So I float Hoping the waters at least take me painlessly   Please drown me Please leave me numb and unmoved I submit myself to drowning Maybe then and only then My soul will rest
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Abi_Niicolee
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Abi_Niicolee
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
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