Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

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I have this huge hole within me
a part of me is missing
I couldn't help myself
couldn't be helped by somebody
'cause all I'm good at is breaking

I keep on making mistakes
I keep on being a mess
Even if a thousand times my soul breaks
I just keep drowning in darkness

I push everyone away
away from me, away from pain
because that's the only way
for them to move a mountain

I couldn't do anything, but get things worse
I keep them all in my purse
because I am just a black hole
nothing but a black hole

a mind lost
in the froth of its own thought
largely amorphous,
but sometimes it cuts through.