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Sunday, 1 June 2014

ode of a tired soul

Breathing solo, feeling so low
rub my eyes, where did the dream go
going crazy trapped in limbo

Life can't be its own burden
this isn't all there is, I know for certain
but I don't won't to peek behind the curtain

so with my final breath I ask death

Pull out a gun and shoot my soul
so the end will forever be