I'm sick of hating every moment that I spend alive.
I've written pages, memories, hold 'em, their my friends at night.
I've mixed in hatred, deadly poems, I don't want to die.
I'll fit in nowhere, OmenXIII, Til I meet demise.
I'm frustrated, patience breaking, I feel sleep deprived.
Sometimes I want to sleep forever, but can't end my life.
Sometimes I need to breathe, just so I can feel alive.
Sometimes I breathe, just to remind me that I'm dead inside.
I feel dead, I feel dead, I feel dead inside.
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