ego

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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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October 5, 2005 01:06ill haven

then* handle it

cool last two lines.

October 7, 2005 21:11hidden

thos two lines are kinda what i wrote the whole poem around