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...ignor me.....its happening again...

...this is a small meaningless life

an empty full black burden of a desinty already wrote

and everything to do between is already written in pen

Its all ironed out into a bitterness of strife

and this is only a small suicide note

my wrist have no more place to cut my vain my blood can no longer feel for this pain its a never ending voice thats driving me insane,took the toll hit the note and now i can go with one slit of the throat this meaningless meaning a burnt off end can finally finish with a farewell my friend its tauting and haunting of these forgtten pains driving me ill to the taste of these blames i cant live the life that has already died just trailing and pretending and left behind the healing has stopped and the respiration punctured this feeling which is left is only a notice no one can be or see or feel this sickness in me which can no longer heal this reality is fiction to the eyes which meet mine and no i will go after one single line

The hurt the betrayal is a sour bitter bend yet you my friend

because your the sweet part of this cowardly quick end