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Lifes painLife supposedly a blessingLifes pain
I question that
Life is pain
In this world if not your own turn your head pain is there
Everyday pain comes in us
Only one things makes pain seem worthy
For that I can bear any pain with out it
Pain shall take behold
Will not function
Humans our emotions weaken us
To the point of beyond breaking
Yet there’s one thing in this world that gives us strength to get thru all life’s troubles
With out it, I can not continue in my life
What is life ?


My becoming end ?My becoming end ?My becoming end ?
Alone in the dark,
I sit knowing the comfort of death shall come soon,
my old friend I have longed for you now my time draws near,
My life just can not be lived,
Now I take thy knife,
A match in the other,
I watch it burn with in my hand so simple,
Waiting for the right time,
The time of simplicity,
Is this it the match runs down,
I behold death in my hands now staring at my end,
I hold it in my hand as I stare I remember,
This not the way hope I have,  
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DeathDeathDeath
It seems so apparent,
Will death fix my problems?
They sure will stop,
But why do I have to die?
This world, cruel,
My thoughts dwell more on suicide these days,
You see my pain is ever increasing,
I feel to engulfed its dragging me down,
I sit in my room dark as possible,
I never see this so called light,
People are to oblivious to the worlds problems,
This cruel world is just a big ball of depression,
I’m pulled under, ball and chain I’m drowning,
I must e
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"They must find it hard, those who have taken authority as truth, rather than truth as authority"-Gerald Massy
Aren't all the healthy people going to feel stupid, lying in a hospital bed dying of nothing
"good artists borrow, great artists steal" -memroch
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