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Justin Oct 2018
Shhhhh...
I'm slowly losing my mind
I think I am
The voices they say it's fine
But I dont feel like I am

I can feel it
The curse striking back
The curse of the loveless
The curse of loneliness

Each time I break down
Each time I add another mark
Each time I feel pain
Each time I feel death calling me

I start believing in the voices
The ones that say I'm worthless
The ones that say It wont be better
The ones that say I'm not enough

Cause they're right
I don't know when will be the last time
I write something
I think It'll be soon now

As I feel like I'm close
Close to breaking down
Close to doing it
Close to entering my final breath

Soon I shall utter my final words
Not now
Soon
I'll be a memory

Not a good one to most people
And forgotten by the rest
Almost time to say goodbye
I can no longer find my voice in bullets and pill bottles. So I found it among the blood and *****. Ain't it funny how the things that are bad for our health are good for our minds?

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