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When

Fuck, I don't know man
I'm not getting better
I try but I don't think I can.
Writing letter after letter
but you're still dead.

What the fuck do I do?
I hate being sober
thinking I might see you soon
popping pills over and over.
Feels like an endless cartoon,
And I miss you.

Nights out drinking, going crazy
screaming and bleeding
Everyday I get more lazy
Yet I'm pleading
to the beyond
fuck it all and fuck "god"
asking for him to respond
But he's gone.
rad-af
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