live for the life
2015-08-09
I am a prisoner in a black hole of melancholy,
and whenever I try to pull myself up I never get alright.
I cant run from this blackness,
from this destructive life.
Here,
where all my thoughts is about death
about a never-ending peace
And,
everywhere I look
I see weapons
I see possibilities
I see ways
I see all the reasons
why I,
should end this

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