snapping shut on my arm release me i need something else i need you to kill me sometime but not now still i remain young thankfully i want to live to 97 and croak at 111 then again, where do i get off no more sitting at home alone fuckin up the stop release me from this cage that i am in from the anger and desolation i now have from the fury and blackness and bleakness i'm mired in and i slide and fade slowly but there is no release or relapse i return to the darkness i did not have.Birth sign: Aries
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