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Sickle spit on the soul
Revolving anxiety
this revolver
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

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

Just exhaustion

He has a
New girl now
'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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