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Sometimes I Wish


Sometimes I wish death would come.

Sometimes I think he’s near.

I have no feelings, no heart, and no soul, just emptiness within.

Sometimes I wake and feel death close.

He’ll take me when he’s ready.

Until that time, I feel no fear:

Just pain, sorrow, unhappiness, and tears.

Death comes in all forms
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E Me!
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