Overloaded thoughs.

Why do I always screw up everything?

My stale mind can't comprehend anything.

I though what I did was to your liking;

Managed to fuck it up when stars were aligning.

I shouldn't deserve living.

Seal my lips, breaks my arms; so I stop trying.

Your fierce gaze were engulfing,

Now may you permit my last wish? Dying.

— rhioost
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