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It's times like this that I no longer wish to exist.

The quiet of the night pushing the demons forward.

They all confront me with their cruel opinions,

Which I believe to be fact.

My self destructive tendencies are getting the best of me,

I'm too tired to fight back from my own demise,

But as I see my time come to rest I recognize peace in my absence.


July 30, 2018

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