Immortal.
I got tired of burying my friends.
Grave
After grave
After grave.
They all suffered the same fate
I’ve tried so hard to reach.
But that’s the problem with being immortal.
You can never die.
No matter how fucking hard you try.
My friends,
They were young.
It’s not like
They grew old
And died.
No, they chose
To take their own lives.
Imagine
Watching that
When you want nothing more
Than to die yourself,
But you can’t.
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