my my
woke up on the lonliest island
in the vomit seas.
i hate myself
i am so pathetic
i wish sometimes that i were dead.
cold and sick,
puddle on the floor,
i don't wanna stay,
i run out the door.
frozen on the lawn,
at least they'll see
if you live carelessly,
you'll end up like me.
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