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I can feel this suicide coming soon just to rid me from you. If Point A leads to Point B. I am over the existing  in this waiting room.  This place is not a place to play in.  It's a station of everything I never wanted to experience.  The thought of love, life, and emotions, The concepts alone, Are enough for me to throw up.  I don't need reach. I don't want your touch.  Your voice made me weak. An ice pick to the neck, baby, sing! Some people ask, what do you think about? Well, every hour, the major topic: Is on how I can take me down. Now, I practice tying my shoelaces. Infinity; the up and over... Minding my own buisness until I want to hangout, again.  

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