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Thoughts
Inescapable Thoughts
Blistering cold glock shots,
Happiness running the other way
Depression growing every fuckin day.
I always want what I can't gain,
hope for a better life is now slain,
I've come to realize with my own eyes
That every loved one eventually dies.
When will my eternal clock run out?
Is there any possible way
To fast-forward to that lovely day?
My happiness will then begin,
A bullet to the skull, Followed by a grin.
