the masses of sadness and confusion

it feels nice

and clean

and right

those 

first

few moments

pull the trigger and you're gone

empty the bottle and you're happy

hang the noose and you're waiting

gone from humanity

happy to leave

waiting to fly away

but once reality hits you...

you'll realize

people care

it doesn' matter if you don't.

losses build up.

don't be another blinded face

in the mass of sadness and confusion.

 

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