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Why?


Life seems fine, like everything is right

and somehow you  manage to fuck it up

like always.

 

Never underestimate the power of your own stupidity, 

self destruction

destruction to others.

 

I pray for death on the daily now,

ever since I betrayed his trust.

I ask Him every day why He chose me of all people to keep around.

 

"Why?" I ask

 

"Why?"

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