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sad exsistance

Posted to Action Poetry




I wake up in the middle of the night
every night at 3 am
i stay up and think about fucked up times
and death and no life
all that has happend lately
death death death
stress is unbareible
i punch walls
cut, swear yell, get drunk
i am in a sad state
the crap is up to me to fix