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death is all aroundit takes its tollto bring us downa gun to the head can make you deadbut to the heartends all painif you missthe pain still remainsdon't care who I amdon't care where I've beendon't care where I'm goingjust want to end the misery pretending to be aliveonly trying to survivefor someone other than mereal love does not exist.I know its not a very nice poem. It was written years ago on a drunken depressed night. I recently came across it when going through some papers. No longer drunk or depressed. Putting it out there is kind of like therapy and showing myself how far I've come.
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