I can think of a hundred ways to die
And a hundred reasons to do it
But I can't think of
A hundred ways to live
Or a hundred reasons to do it
So I lock myself away
For hundreds of hours
And hundreds of days
And try not to think at all
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
