Constant pain,
of mind and body,
plague this tortured soul,
Following it,
through night and day,
fantasies to fear,
nightmares from dreams,
I wish to end it all,
but i lack the final will,
to carry this through,
So i will live my death,
and lie here with eyes closed,
wishing for my breath to stop,
Wishing for this to disappear.
You want to be different,
but you have no idea,
what different really is,
so be content with your spoiled life,
and content with your perfect normalacy.
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