you do what you have to do

all my time, all my life…some way i saved…the memory the pending…the family surround me…a time to take away to kill the pain…to give me to the ground. The pills, the windowsill…razorblade, the great escape…so lonely the feeling…the slipping, the bleeding.

Thanks…..well thank you.

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