ego, by hidden
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Every day I sit in despair
I have a life, but it's not fair
I don't want this
Or what I have
I want to be free
I want to be dead.
Because of my shrivelled ego
My life is ####
I can no longer ask a woman out
Than handle it
My life isn't worth living
I can't deal with this pain
But I can't end my life
Even against this strain
I couldn't bring myself to do it
This throat wasn't made to slit
But
Something tells me
That when I get the balls to end my life
I'll have the balls to live it.
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Posted: 2005-09-12 13:15:40 UTC |
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2005-10-05 01:06:21 | ill haven |
then* handle it
cool last two lines. |
2005-10-07 21:11:17 | hidden |
thos two lines are kinda what i wrote the whole poem around |