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Neither living nor dying;

just content; but barely

Every day, fades so quick,

because I ignore

I try to fast forward it to the end;

so I can die quicker

The pain in the moment is hard to bare;

and so we drink to help us function

Our minds were not buiilt to for this horror;

every day seems to kill us more and more

If you could just be free;

it would be so easy

the pain and the suffering you taste

would become bland

And you would tire of the sensory experience;

and lust after something less nerve wracking