Gave up

im supposed to be at college

now im at the end

how can eye remain in a world full of sin

how can eye sustain all the demonds call me friend

Eye call them when im sad 

im sad in the end

having trouble with my vision 

my mother is a hell

my thoughts derail, incoherent

eye used to think immortal 

eye used to think life 

all eye think now is the end is insight

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Wow

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