𝘙𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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Your one in a game

One in a play

And your playing alone, you don't know what to say

You just hate everyone and wish it to stop

To end your suffering instead it makes it last

Until you drop dead on your back in the dark deep mist night

Into the dirt you fall as it takes you whole in its sight

You try to get up using your hands hanging on tight but your fingers slowly slip

And just like that i fall to dirt endlessly with no doom

Just wishing i could see whatever comes soon

Why am i still here where i should not still something I'm not

Why do you keep me here, if only to rot

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