lifeordeath
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Life and death is what I ponder, while time is what I squander.
Physical pain hurts less than the mental.
I often feel like an abused rental.
Sitting alone I try to decide, but I only carry out a cry.
I remember in 9th grade
I saw my friend begin to fade
He had too much ecstasy
I thought, “How could this be?”
My pal, my friend, my brother
Now turned into another
What happened to this guy
