jon groff Biography

Suicide
I hate all of you
i want to die
i hate everything
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The feds are always after me
when i dream, when i wake
there is no escape
between every breath i take i feel them creep up
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the flight begins
from the other end the black horde marches
the war machines begin to turn
the thundering sound of far off footsteps
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all around there's no one near
all the people cower in fear
for the warhorse he draws near
spreading darkness through the land
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Trapped in a state of perpetual overdose,
My outlook has become overly morose.
I never really wore my heart on my sleeve,
But maybe if I bear my soul you'll believe.
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