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My last resting place.

I am surprised

That I actually survived

Because I am honestly dying inside

No one really knows

But that’s just how life go’s

But it’s not all that bad

You know punching chad

I get to think to myself

And think about something else

But it doesn’t always work

I can get choleric

And sometimes want to take phosphorus

And depart this life

To one’s last resting place

Because this life I cannot face

And your pain I cannot take 

50 words just for you. ►

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