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Unamed pen 11:37 pm
Chris
Im so depressed that i can taste it
basicly
im full of hatred
patiantly waiting
daily
for an angel
 to come and take me
to a new oasis

im racing
to paint these
walls with my face and shit
i dont know why i
awake
to these days
that i regret
but i do it anyways
praying for death
praying to escape this
basement of lead
or for
my love for this whore
to simply mend
or blend
into something
different
but instead
in this hell im kept
in this cell i pretend
that I am
the only thing left

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