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If i died tonight would the world even notice Would my kids carry on and be able to focus, On the future i swore we could easily reach Just the thought of the gulit makes me physically weak. Carry on with this day as if theres a purpose Strongly ignoring my minds inner circus, As The light of the tunnel fades further away Im praying i’ll reach the end of the day. With the heaviest heart i look Up and i see My freedom forbidden theres no option for me, To be free from my trap is what i desperately crave But i won’t watch my girls come to visit my grave.

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Date: 9/16/2020 3:49:00 PM
You have freedom. Isn't it funny to know the world keeps on spinning after we are gone? Or, sad I suppose.
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