as I lay on this bed of nails I ponder my thoughts that come from hell I live through suffering everyday as I watch my life drift away look at my soule while it's here it's trying to say I have no fear with a loaded gun under this bed with these dirty sinful thoughts of being a fucking father running through my head I wish I could just ask for help but I all I think of is myself it runs through my head over and over should I kill myself or should I love her his name will be Austin and her name will be Alexia but I doubt they will ever know their father if these thoughts keep running through my head before long(9 months) I will be dead and when they see the stone that lies I will probably wish I have survived to show my son how to fish to tell my daughter not to kiss as I lay here on this bed of nails if I die I hope I'll go to hell.....
Reason for writing:
because....
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