Another cigarette lited up
Another line typed down
Another puff sucked in
Another thought sent out
There's this big black shard inside my soul
Preventing me from being whole
Instead where should be a person there's a hole
When it comes to so-called after life
Blissful nonexistence is my only wish
And if they do find me near the blooded knife
Then know i was glad to perish
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//Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (
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