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i want it over
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2002 poems i lay here in my bed,
wishing I were dead,
every breath I have to take is a harder one to make,
I wonder how long it will be,
before I give up completely,
I think of running,
I think of pills,
I think of knifes and the thrills,
I want it over,
I’m ready to now,
but when and how?
