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Oblivion

Sickle spit on the soul
Revolving anxiety
this revolver
 Tiiickkk
End it
  Should I?

No gun, dreams are fickle
only pills to numb the pain
told to discard of the hord
  2 overdoses are
Too many

(Apparently)
But you can't tell
Someone who needs assurance
to get rid of it

Someday they're wrap up my mind
And I'll slip into a beautiful oblivion
Rebellion?
No.

Just exhaustion

He has a
New girl now
  Because
'I'll love you forever'
Doesn't mean shiiiiiit
   When I ended it

I'm not angered
just settled in the security
 that it's over
  For always.
Written by Undivided_Praxis
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