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As the old cliché goes, that worn out saying

"That which doesn't kill you..."

Most surely cripple, main

What goes through the mind of such lively numb?

You better hold on tight son; the worst is yet to come

Pray for Jesus to love you thou your soul he sold

Call suicide hot line and get the "please hold..."

But don't discriminate, hate all equally, alone

Smile is only skin deep but loathing goes right to the bone

It's an eye for an eye

Maybe life is not for everyone...

As they watch you crumble, come undone

They won't mourn, they won't my son

Just lower you down and forget

If it was the though that counts you'd be down to your last straw

Dream to pass the time until the reaper's at the door