Life can be confusing
Deliberately abusing

I cannot rest I cannot wait
I can't even get over your petty hate

Sometimes I really want to try
Others I truly want to die

Why did things turn out this way?
Couldn't it have been after May?

I guess my fate was eventually  inevitable
Even if its not really to favorable

I keep myself up and cry late at night
But, sometimes we all miss the old days right?

Even as I type this now
I am slowly breaking down

I guess its time to go my friends And start seeing my problems in a different lens

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Meh