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How many lives must I live
In order to be done?
I don't want to survive
Just give my life away to anyone.
There is no point,
No lesson to be learnt.
I am just a poisonous joint,
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree
is automatically followed by that of apathy
and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
