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Death is Knocking

The blade is close
To coming into contact
With my already scarred skin
The trigger is close
to bring pressed
And Blowing out my brains
A smoke here and there
No one sees
No one cares
All that will be left of me
Is judgmental memories
A hole in the ground
With a tombstone above
simply saying
A deserved death
Will anyone save me
From my worst enemy
A creature so cruel
A creature so mean
A creature that's name is
And always will be- me
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