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Aug. 29th, 2014|12:26 pm |
waiting for death
no one talks
destined to die
in my apartment box
aneurysms come
and mini-strokes fade
the fear of suffering
my brain hath made
I wish to delete it
from e'er having been
it causes no good
so I'll drown it in gin
but then come the shakes
and anxiety
the fears, the horrors
of myself trapped in me
plead with the devil
to let this day end
and bring yet another
one to expend |
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