Just dead

I’m on my last cigarette and I’m trying not to fret about all of the regret that it seems that I have met.  I need to go to sleep but now I’m way too deep and I feel I need to leap right off the deep end.   I’ve done it once before a year more than two score but my mother was there,  she pulled me by my hair up out the water….and maybe if she missed it then my life would not be so twisted and it wouldn’t have me fisted cause I would be just dead. 

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