It

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It's crushes everything in its path like a tidal wave,
It whispers in an honest voice,
"Kill yourself",
"There's no point",
"The pain is unbearable, just end it".
I try not to listen but I know everything is true.
"It's a complete joke; thinking things will get better",
"Just Fucking kill yourself".
I feel crushed by its power, caught in it's trance.
A deer in the headlights.
Past my expiration date,
Ready for death.

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