Thoughts for this month of hell.
Sometimes I feel
Just a little bit tired
Is my life for real
Or do I need to get wired?
Would my scream
Be a waste of breath
Feels like a dream
Waiting for death.
What's wrong with me
In grey soup Im swimming
Nothing can I see
But everyone else winning.
Murphy,
I hate you.
(Post this Mark.)
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