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Today

Each day I live, the pain consumes What little sanity I have bloomed Like walking in a cloud of fog Falling down, sinking into smog Life just seems grim I think on a whim Interest lost in everything I do But what a life, who really knew? Depressed to a fault, that all I see Death just seems like the only way for me A waste of time, I feel I am But that's its nature, a full mind jam I try and try to ease the pain A fallen effort with no gain Thoughts begin to eat away Makes me want to end it today Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel I pray and wish this all wasn't real Life just seems more like a prison Caged, alone, an abomination risen No one could ever understand Why I would want my death sooner than planned Its not something I want for me But to end my suffering this is what has to be So I write this all as I fall from grace Down to this place, some barren waste I know not how much longer I will last But all I can do, is pray that this will just pass

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