#2
Dear lord god above why must you drag out this sad show why water π¦ this plant called misery with my tears watching and fertilize it with my depression oh father of the stars how I'm done with this place let me shoot threw time and space to never existed would never hurt anyones feelings at all I feel it all the pain and sorrow there screams echo like a wild cat down in a holler I sit in silence waiting for the wonderful day a pale horse and his rider would wonder oh my way and ride me away so I can get peace and rid of this place we call myself
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