is a death wish.
A switch,
useless, shutting the thrill.
A bill,
overpaid in full.
A bull
with no freedom nor life.
A knife,
Worn out of use.
A bruise,
darkening every day.
A pray,
half empfty in meaning.
And me, here. Screaming.
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