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Iím alive:evila míI

Can i ask you to ask me if iím okay?    
Is it weird if i donít listen to that question anyway?
Isnít it silly to live life with a raised chin, †  
while my body is covered with more scar tissue than skin? †
Here i stand again on a sky scraping roof. †  
Life doesnít take me serious, it mimics my every move. †
These dark thoughts bring light to my soul. †
These bright spirits may help break my fall.

While life is given, death takes it back for a price i canít refuse. †  
My time isnít worth living when thereís no gain or height to lose. †
Reflecting on this person in front of me †  
makes me wonder if thereís more beyond this glass to see. †
Is it okay if i walk out early? †  
Pretending iím fine has taken a deadly toll on me. †
Never felt so alive on the edge of living. †
Death is the final chapter of this unfinished book I live in.
Written by Drieks
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