Four Hundred-Sixty Nine

Gun to the head, knife to the wrist.
How did my life turn out like this?
Pass me a bottle, drink it away.
Become numb to the world just to get through the day.

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fmoore

such a short poem with such power. this made my heart ache for you... I know how it feels to live like this and im sorry you have to do it, just know more like you exist and care. this poem helped me see that a little more..

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