everyday feels like dying
im crying on the inside
i cant speak my pain
i've adapted to denying
my fears and curses
are made alive
everynight i hope to die
goes from bad to worst
i dread waking up
my life smells foul
and my only movement
is in a bowel
wipe my ass with a towel
dont like it pick a vowel
cuz one day it might just be
a.e.i.o. YOU!
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