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EVERYDAY.
Everyday, it gets harder.
Everyday, it's like a nightmare,
progressing on.
Everyday, is another prayer,
echoing from my bones,
asking God, to take me now.
Everyday, it gets more impossible.
Everyday, I feel myself die some more.
Everyday, I lay on my bed,
wondering how I will leave this Hell.
I've never felt so much pain.
Published 7th Aug 2024
| Edited 9th Aug 2024
Author's Note
mouthful of m30s, and fingers raw from the rope, despising my existence, death is the only hope.
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