i'll be blunt.

i wish i didn't have
standards.

for myself or
those around me, i'm
disappointed every
time, there's no
exception.

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and now i wish i had proper
goals so i had something more
to live for then being
told that suicide isn't
the option.

it's an option.
maybe not the option.
but it's one of them.

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i'm like a knife that
needs some sharpening, i'm
mostly useless and
rusty, and you can't
wait to have
a reason to not need me
anymore.

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we used to call this abuse.
now we call it mercy.