An Errant Thought

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So often I'm reminded of the sweeter days

So often I'm wishing to be thrown back into them

So often I'm broken apart again, into a million jagged pieces

So often I'm hoping for nothing more

So often I'm wondering if it's better to die

So often I'm wanting someone else's life

So often I'm picturing the possibilities 


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