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Everyday is another battle;
A war within myself;
A fight to find the winner,
Then leave her dusty on the shelf.
I thought I had the answers,
But soon they seemed obscured.
Not knowing the origin,
And thinking I had the cure.
Where do these battles end?
At the bottom of a hill,
Where life and death collide;
Just take this one last pill.
Everything will be better
Once leaving my own life
I can astral travel anywhere
With no worries and no strife.
But thinking is a demon,
It can curse you to your death.
But isn’t that what I want?
No more life, no more breath?
Not sure of this, I ponder
And look toward the moon.
Hope glows in the blackness;
The answers will come soon.
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