A Mind’s Narrative Before the End

I see nothing but a closed door, The people inside have strangled me. I regret not stabbing myself the first time around the forgettable fart that I am Oh, death Come to me and hold my hand Let’s go to your place I know the walk of shame My death will sweep in more worthy…

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