My Wish, My Need
I feel the wall
At the end of my fist
As real as the passion
I once felt and lost
Please stop me before
Dont speak to me after
Or I will take yours too
I've been caused to take
An aweful offense
For no one is thoughtful
And nobody disuades
My destructive ways
Though I lement it
Losing myself in a
Pool of my blood
It's the only way
For a slight releif
Without taking my breathe away
Permenantly
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