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She wished me dead

Its true she said. she wished me dead. she put a pistol to my head. instead of resisting, i am insisting, ill do it myself but no one is listening. just listing a list of things that sting n bring bacck the fact that being good is something i lack, always under attack down this one way track, on my way to hell, im yelling, telling myself to get some help, get out my shell, i try to do good but fuck it, oh well.. im persistent but already in hell from the distance i fell..
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