Drowning is the last fucking way
I want to go
I hate not being able to breath
I'm afraid of the panic it induces
But now I'm sitting here at this pond
Wondering how deep it is
And how I can make myself sink
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
