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Everything is going fine, going off without a hitch, but soon enough you’ll find, that life’s a fucking bitch. Because the facts are cold and hard, and the needle point is sharp. A picture is worth a thousand words, and a pretty face is worth a thousand broken hearts. How much further can shit go south, before I want to put a gun in my mouth? Before I take these thoughts and I act them out and put it all to an end? Can I leave that blood on the hands of my friends? Can I leave that scar on the name of my kin? Where? How? And when? Everything to lose and nothing all the same. Do I leave a legacy? Or do they forget my name? Way too much to chew for what is now just a thought. Hold tight and brace myself for the day that it is not.
And when I leave this earth, try not to be so hurt.
