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BLACK- 07 March 2001

Every day passes
Sometimes quickly, another it seems forever
With each one passing, it's life you go through
In search of joy, you're bound to hit snags
Frustrations abound, it'll suck far and beyond
Cross the boundaries of tolerance
Especially when you're the type
Who finds happy in simplicity
I know mine does, and it pains me without end
To not be wanting much, yet still fall short
How much patience does it take?
When my strength is spent
What do i do with my faith?
What is keeping me here?
What's stopping me from pulling the trigger?
From allowing the blade to slice through flesh?
Or from kicking the chair and tightening the rope?
I guess my barely there sanity is pulling me through
But for how long i wish i knew.