eye of the storm

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In this hurricane of a lifeI spend my days drowning,standing sideways against the waves.Every time I get back up,The currents get stronger.I gasp for air,Only getting a mouthful of regret.
this is so easy now  not caring   nothing hurts   I just let go   and I'm gone.      who needs the drugs  the booze   the techno wail of a crazy party  when I can live  
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