| It all started July 9th, 2018 when I woke up on my 25th birthday and realized I
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| couldn’t face the day without reaching for a drink
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| I had nothing to care for, no one to care about, no direction in life
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| A passion with no talent
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| That’s when I turned to the mirror and noticed that the cracks in my skin
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| started to form
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| I’m getting old
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| I guess a glimmer of hope appeared when I was offered a chance to follow my
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| career
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| But it just made me feel so alone
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| So I turned back to the mirror and continued to watch the cracks in my skin grow
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| This failed being was my deepest anxiety
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| What if I die alone
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| So, I just scoffed, leaving home
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| I turned to God just for someone to talk to
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| I never believed before and I still don’t
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| But it was nice to say it out loud
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| At least there was one constant thing that kept me grounded and that was her
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| I wrote her a letter to explain how I hoped she’d never leave
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| By this point I realized I had become a burden to everyone around me
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| One thing stuck in my head, no man told asked for help
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| I began to remember my father who passed when I was young
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| And I started to think perhaps it’s my turn
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| With such thoughts of death in my head, I started to realize
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| I was already dead cause I was alone
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| I pictured my ideal heaven
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| Just a beach I grew up in
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| With all of the people that I used to know
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| And I began to think of my mother
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| And I began to think I want to see her again
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| So I guess now this is just something to leave behind
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| I’m a mento, a token, or just something to remember me by |