Without a reason to go on
I start to lose my breath
I want to live my life
Without the fear of death
I can't lay down the blade
Nor the hanging noose
With my life on a fine line
I hold on, slipping away, slowly
Into the abyss of despair
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Anger and Agony Are Better Than Misery
Diversosmostly dark things. so you are now warned also possible triggers. try not to hate on people who decide to comment or on me. tell me if I misspelled anything or grammar.
