| i have been waking up with blood in my mouth most days.
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| chocking on the metallic taste that coats my tongue.
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| can’t remeber if i promised today would hr the last, if so i lied.
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| That infinitesimal moment of my true thoughts will fade.
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| Overcome by my need for you.
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| I am a lie. |
| I am a sickness.
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| I am decaying.
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| I feel the life pouring from my veins,
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| as I so feverishly try to shock life back into them,
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| The way you so effortlessly did.
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| Maybe I should just end this here.
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| I wish that the promise of learning
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| from their example would die on my lips,
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| So that my words bear weight again.
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| My sanity won’t let me count how many I’ve lost.
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| Content only counting hours.
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| Carefully planning, facing no aspect of life.
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| As beautiful as this hole is, I need to climb out.
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| The first time i contemplated death, I was 13.
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| took a knife from my kitchen counter,
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| I did not know hot to perceive this.
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| After eight, nine years of dealing with these thoughts
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| I couldn’t comprehend why i was feeling this way.
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| For the longest time i contemplated death as the only escape
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| and the only way to make myself rid of the feelings i have felt.
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| I’ve lost to many friends to feel that way anymore,
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| to know that my life is not a continuation of theirs.
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| So i sit at home, and i waste away
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| and i grow tired of the things i love. |