its life
i curse the mornings when i wakeonly because i prayed the nite before i would not
each day is like another big mistake
its like living in hell and hating it alot
when i die i'll be dead no feelings or care
my mind and soul only want peace n quiet
so every day i wake i find it hard to bear
like writing this i find to be a hilarious riot
just silly banter that means nothing to no one
so i'm ending this now as i started just no ending
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