Everyday I die, I wake up dead; and I go to sleep killing myself. I drive to school flirting w/ death, I got home, w/ thoughts of going into the berm. Maybe I dont want to die, but then again; maybe it's better than the same thing. Same failure, same hopelessness. Maybe a direction down is better than no direction. Time will tell, I die everyday. One breath brings me closer to death. Some do it fast; and some do it B E T T E R (butter) in smaller amounts.
I wrote this in math class Spring semester 2003. Thanks you too all of those who form my support.
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