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Building up fire and ragethe past few daysfelt like a dragon trappedin a too small cagein and out of realityI phasewith an acquired tastefor doing dopetill im damn near comatose
There was a month where I smelled like cigarettes. You were the month that I tasted like misplaced jokes, who's punch-line snaked around my jaw;
Die
Go away and say goodbye
Leave this life
Of pain and strife
Feel the noose tighten around my neck
Feel myself swing lifelessly from the balcony
The snap of my neck as I die
