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I won't love any more in this life of mine,
This distorted unfunny joke of a life,
I wish to be alone in this life,
So I won't hurt myself again.

I'll violently die a million times,
Like a trusted friend of Azrael,
Arching aches of my contrite mistakes,
Preventing me from reaching my Jain.

I'm a self sacrificing boulder of angst,
I'm a Salaminia made of bones and oil,
I'm a man I always was,
You were right; I'm sorry.

I don't deserve what you gave me.
Crus: Equine and Underpinning,
Comparing modality understanding reality,
I don't but I wish I did.

I live in lies I dug out for my body,
Progeny presenting prose of true self,
Arrogant Semele deprived of the delf
Of discovery; leaving me glacial atopy.

My name is not my stage of play,
Yet I felt the way you robbed me,
The girlhood below me,
Fool I a day.

It kills me that I live this life,
Throwing away gods greatest gift,
But if he really loved me he wouldn't,
Have gifted it like this.

I know he forgot me I know he missed my hand,
Reach out to jesus,
I know he'll understand.

Kill me I wish to know the feeling,
The finish line of this jacobean race,
Kill me I wish to be know the feeling,
Of relief from yearning for my place.
I have been 16 for all my life,
Angst, decision, nihilist strife.


It kills me that I live this life,
Throwing away gods greatest gift,
But if he really loved me he wouldn't,
Have gifted it like this.

I know he forgot me I know he missed my hand,
Reach out to jesus,
I know he'll understand.

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