...another (SUICIDAL) thought...

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I'm worthless, never enough for anyone

I'm not allowed to make mistakes, not even one

I'm a mistake, and I can never be a great son

As I stare at the midnight sun

I think

"I'm done ! You've won!"


Now, I have to choose

Should I run?

Or end it all with a gun?

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