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It's Giving Trauma

Have died on too many times I am used to my caskets I don't know better days I good with my curses Never heard a bird sing for me My world is cold it's always dirges I am asking you for kindness My light dimmed long ago; its hopeless And since no good day comes Without it's darkness, I am weary of any good that comes unburdened I haven't known rest unless I am lifeless And immediately I resurrect I pity christ from Nazareth This never ends it survives like genetics

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