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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:45 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:49 am
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One more day. Sunrise, sunset. Then I'm gone. What would you say if you knew? What would I say if I knew? One more day. How was I to know? When I planned for it, When I wanted it, It never came. But now, out of nowhere, My end has come. What I once desired most, To have just one more day to endure, I now cannot prevent. My tears once fell in cowardly disappointment, As I dreamed of the gun in my hand. Now they fall in bitterness Of my corrupted wish.
I have considered (and am still thinking about) suicide, so I wrote this. I always had a thing for irony and once had a dream about my future: My life was better, I was free, I could be myself without fear...then I found out I was dying. Always loved irony *bitter, sarcastic, crying*. Hope this dream never comes true.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:51 am
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