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my subjects are random,

my thoughts don't make sence,

my emotions play games like it''s no ones business,

depression starts to kick in again,

man this is the worst way to dealing with your sins,

i wanna cry, but i am a man,

in the eyes of others i'm don't suppose too,

so i hold my breathe think again,

is this is how suicide begins?

i wanna cry, i wanna turn my emotions into a person to take out my angry and force it against them,

i can't stand my emotions anymore,

my whole life from this point just feels nothing but soreness,

i hate my life and my addictions,

i want ot look at my life seperate fact from fiction,

sofar i feel so much friction with my ass on the ground,

i wanna die and hear no sound but my own,

i may seem grusum but its my thoughts,

i have to fought with people,

now its my own thoughts