Wish I knew
Was it just another fiended out over dose?
Or a dire plea to end her curse and broken hopes?
WHY
MUST
EVERYTHING
ALWAYS
HURT
the daily struggle got me spent
My wings are broken
And my halo been bent
Tryna throw in the towel,
But I'm leaned off this wett
So I stay at the bottom
til I'm moldy with regrets*
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