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    I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, <br />
    but I'm not. <br />
    Like someone cares. <br />
    But they don't. <br />
    Like I belong somewhere else, <br />
    anywhere but here, <br />
    and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as<br />
    the February air. <br />
    I considered the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of <br />
    wilderness scaffolding my heart. Just a stone's throw away.<br />
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    Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound.<br />
    Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light.<br />
    Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeopardy.<br />
    Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain.<br />
    Act on your impulse,<br />
    swallow the bottle, <br />
    cut a little deeper, <br />
    put the gun to your chest.<br />
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