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Quiet
Will the 32 go through my skull.
I don't know I do not know.
The hangman's noose that's not the way
bottle of pills kinda gay.
The finality of the shotgun blast will wash away my sordid past.
stuff it down be a man.
too tired to fight too poor to quit.
every day is another day of shit.
I have become what i once detested.
small and weak a recluse a freak.afraid to fly afraid to die.
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you.
I don't know I do not know.
The hangman's noose that's not the way
bottle of pills kinda gay.
The finality of the shotgun blast will wash away my sordid past.
stuff it down be a man.
too tired to fight too poor to quit.
every day is another day of shit.
I have become what i once detested.
small and weak a recluse a freak.afraid to fly afraid to die.
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you.
Published 6th Mar 2017
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7th Mar 2017 1:33am
Alot of pain there....good that you are putting it in word rather than action. great work
