"So -So" Thinking

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Living days in aftercall

and nights of slumber

still I wonder

Is there relief 4 a slut of nineteen

With words going in and out of my ear

and undesirable fears

Can I make it another 5 years

without another goddamn suicide attempt?

or can I at least live one less day

not feeling so much regret?

Sometimes it feeels you can never get high enough

to reach 4 those stars

that you dreamof

So vivid, so clean

So timid, so mean.

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