. (Period)

I just want this period to be over.

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I guess that means I have to start writing something new

Life is getting bored

“That camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song”

But what am I supposed to sing?

I’m choking on the fumes

I’m the love child of the fish in a birdcage

And the canary in the coal mine

Which is why I hate my mind

Trapped inside somewhere not meant for me

Dying for men because they can’t see

What does Life even mean?

Why sing when every breath

Is a step closer to Death’s door

Awaiting me 6ft under the floor

The only one that ever opened when

Heaven’s Gate closed before I was ever born

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