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October 19, 2022

I try to no end

and still I am sitting here without a friend

Sitting all alone

I'm not even sure who I coudl phone

My thoughts are always so dark

and I only dream of finding a mark

A small and simple way

To end every bad day

Drugs and booze

help, but I dont lose

I just need one way

to process the decay

Make it final so I no longer have to try

No more tears to cry

No more questions that would ask me why

Grandma made it look so simple to just stop and die