destroyed
stripped down by three words
oh. the tales we tell through rotted teeth
each day more unbearable than the last
i can't stand to drag myself through life one more second
why must the sun shine again today?
with this rope around my neck, i throw up my hands...
into the heavens and pray for a dying of light-
and plant me so low that the sun will never reach me again...
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