I wany to die i want go cry i want to never be alive
I want to stab my self in the gut
I want out of this fucking rut
Help me now help me somehow
If you know my whereabout
Dont let me get fried
Help help help help
Its coming at my kind
Its coming at my mind
Can we please have a rewind
Help help help
Help me nowwwww
Someone can be another one
Stare me down
Up mystairs
We on our way to be there
Help help help us nowwwww
Owwwww
Owwww
Oww
Ow
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Thanks for dealing with my shit. Youre the best watties.
Thanks again forbsypoisting my drug abuse. I love you all.
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Desultory Blunder
PoezieDesultory- Unexpected Blunder- Failure This is my story of unexpected failure put into puzzles and poems that you may or may not understand.
