Last Call

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My chest throbs
As I curl up in a ball
And let out a strangled sob
As I beg for a last call

I think about death quite often
As I pound at the walls of my mind
That I'm locked in
And confined

Throw away the key
And set the room on fire
But please don't listen to my plea
For it's what I desire

I hear the voice
Don't you hear it to?
They tell me I'm the choice
Because you agree with them too

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