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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Well I just can't decide if I wanna live or I'm gonna die It's hurting like a disease and I really need to fly So I'm searching for a reason to give life one more try But all I get is pain disappointment yet again So it seems like it's the time, to leave all this behind. I'm merely supporting a system I don't believe in Feel I'm caught in a cistern I wanna be leaving Have you learnt, religions warped and broken I heard it preys on thoughts unspoken And politicians may be the cruellest of breeds But they only Tell the lies, it's the fools who believe. Is it insane to wish toward lying in a coffin If pain is the only reward life has to offer I may seem, considerate and caring insisting your problems we're sharing (it allows me to hide from mine...for a time.) Hope remains meaningless when nothing changes Folk wrote the same more or less, all through the ages As a wise man once said "You can't live your life for someone else" I contrive that message onto its head I Could cry for help? Or should I lay down dead! How much more do you give it before you decide to quit? If I find a door that's open That rooms been raided twice before I tried that thing called hoping I dream a wish may bring me more I'm down and out and broken Gimme the postcode for deaths door For the ripples ALL life ever make, dissipate at that shore Please don't judge nor weep too much For I'd suffered the worst hell, so bereft And as I took my first breath after death One look at the burst shell that I'd left It seems my skin was cut from a different cloth I'd been sinking as a butterfly roaming with the moths.
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