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No. That’s all i need to say to make something stop Why care for the things that once mattered in the past When the ones that mattered in the past didn’t come to last Honestly, it ***** to **** We live this life with no breaks nor shortcuts Suicide is simply an illogical solution Doing so would diminish my own resolution I’m growing tired and brittle I may not be old but i’m hollow No, not to be edgy in any matter I wouldn’t care if you went and bantar If you view me having the lack to emotion Somewhat of a form of entertainment I wouldn’t blame you I invite you to do it Know that I’ll give no reinvigoration For your own amusement.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
Apathy
No. That’s all i need to say to make something stop Why care for the things that once mattered in the past When the ones that mattered in the past didn’t come to last Honestly, it ***** to **** We live this life with no breaks nor shortcuts Suicide is simply an illogical solution Doing so would diminish my own resolution I’m growing tired and brittle I may not be old but i’m hollow No, not to be edgy in any matter I wouldn’t care if you went and bantar If you view me having the lack to emotion Somewhat of a form of entertainment I wouldn’t blame you I invite you to do it Know that I’ll give no reinvigoration For your own amusement.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
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