it comes every day
and almost twice a year
it leaves you floundering for justice
your muscles ache, the room quakes
and yet you still find yourself with barely enough energy to carry on
you sit at home all alone
waiting for time to end
you look of high, the clock struck nine
and suicide still is your best friend.
What did you think
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wow great insight
hey sweetie this i can so relate to but for me its more than twice a yr great insight love it



