10-14-15 eight days clean
They say,
Don't quit, keep fighting.
They can't see a part of is dying!
I can't seem to resist anything
Although I'm fucking trying!!
I'm drowning and sinking,
But they tell me it's just a part of flying.

But I think it's part of goodbye.
I dream of death
In a nostalgic way,
Like a hope that one day I'll get out.
I'm not going to kill myself
But if I were about to get shot,
I wouldn't run.
- (m.m)

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