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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Nov 2, 2013

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My end?
Is it gonna be soon?
Or do I still have time?
Is it gonna be quick and painless?
Or Am I gonna suffer?
Is it gonna be suicide?
Homicide?
Disease?
Accident?
I don't know
And I couldn't care less
I won't waste my life
Thinking about death

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bloodlustbunny

Nov 7, 2013

lately death seems like the best option but i know i must keep fighting

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