Final Day

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Do you know what it's like
When the pain is so real that it disappears
When you want it to end
But don't want it to stop.
So hopelessly stuck
And so damn lost
in it all. 
When you keep asking yourself
"Why am I still here?"
And you fail
to come up with an answer 
for either interpretation of the question.
When you wonder
if this is one of those days
or weeks
Or if this time 
it's not going to end,
and
it's here to stay.
And this terrifies you,
doesn't it?
And once again
you begin to wonder
"What am I still doing here?"
And you start 
To 
Really
Just 
Want 
To
Change 
That.
You're so desperate, you'll try to do it by any means possible.
Because 
It's time for it to end.
No more of this tomorrow or ever again...

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