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Sitting, elbows on the table, my hands holding the weight of my head My eyes bloodshot, blurred from tears, my memories cut like a knife A familiar scene, wrapped in mourning and sorrow to which I am wed Voluntarily I offer myself up to be just one more casualty of life
Beat down by my own hand, filled with burning hatred with no direction Seeking out someone to blame for my endless pain and desolation I find myself the target of my own guilt of an uncommitted transgression Fixed on self loathing I find comfort in the thought of my termination
Is that it, th
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