Fuck... I want to end my life,
I always want that.
I'm just too scared
To tell them the truth.
My reasons aren't not enough ,
My reasons are not reasonable.
So why the hell would i tell them
That I want to die with my own
Bare hands?
See? That's not a good reason,
Every thing is just an act.
An realization
That hits me throughout my inner soul.
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