17: Broken Soul

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a month before I wrote the words of truth
the pain was unbearable
i predicted my break
I wrote, how I wanted to just take a whole bunch of pills and leave the earth
I didn't feel wanted i didn't care anymore.
It took me a month to try the unspeakable
the harm I did to myself
I have to live with that now
I left myself a deeper wound
for my soul to repair

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