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Lost

Now all my joy has turned to mud
And the anger leaks into my blood
It poisons the stream and boils the flow
Makes me wish I could let go
Take my life it’s not worth the pain
To have to run away again
Since I’ve lost what made my heart beat so strong
Lost what made the world turn right from wrong
No blade or pill could ease the pressure
But to stop my heart may in turn cause pleasure
Each drop of blood may cause relief
Each wavering breath may end my grief
Each tear may release some woe
Either choice ends in letting go
Please take my life and end it soon
I have nothing else to loose.

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