re: Things that shouldn't exist in 2018

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Trust me it's even worse than it sounds. And I don't know how we got to this point.

The stench that rises from the sewers could gag a maggot on a hot day. Fecal matter and mildew rain down from the sky like a chocolate fountain. The vagabonds that still gather the courage to wander the desolate streets can be seen pathetically weeping at the lack of availabile nourishment even from the garbage. The cities waste has been recycled and reused so many times its indistinguishable from the assembled products claiming to be new.

Every day I wake up and reach over to the night stand in the dark and feel around for a smooth cold steel relief I keep at the ready. And every day I hate my self for my cowardice.

The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that one day I can gather the courage to finally pull the trigger and release my soul from the prison of this malformed and decaying body that weighs me down. I gather no joy and no love from this world any more. A sad and beaten down old man without the will to die but too afraid to live. A living contradiction mired in the cataclysmic charade known as life.

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Trust me it's even worse than it sounds. And I don't know how we got to this point. The stench that rises from the sewers could gag a maggot on a hot day. Fecal matter and mildew rain down from the sky like a chocolate fountain. The vagabonds that still gather the courage to wander the desolate streets can be seen pathetically weeping at the lack of availabile nourishment even from the garbage. The cities waste has been recycled and reused so many times its indistinguishable from the assembled products claiming to be new. Every day I wake up and reach over to the night stand in the dark and feel around for a smooth cold steel relief I keep at the ready. And every day I hate my self for my cowardice. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that one day I can gather the courage to finally pull the trigger and release my soul from the prison of this malformed and decaying body that weighs me down. I gather no joy and no love from this world any more. A sad and beaten down old man without the will to die but too afraid to live. A living contradiction mired in the cataclysmic charade known as life.

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