i slide down the slippery slope,
and all i can hope is that i die,
that i fall threw the crack and cry,
that all my fears leave my side,
and i can be on a temerary high,
that i can sigh with relief,
and grin in triumph,
as i bleed to the core,
as i rot to the bone,
as all my pain of being alone,
leaves my sad and deminted soul.
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