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I’m alive:evila m’I

Can i ask you to ask me if i’m okay?    
Is it weird if i don’t listen to that question anyway?
   
Isn’t 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 doesn’t 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 can’t refuse.    
My time isn’t worth living when there’s no gain or height to lose.  
   
Reflecting on this person in front of me    
makes me wonder if there’s more beyond this glass to see.  
Is it okay if i walk out early?    
Pretending i’m 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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