The death of NFT
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NFT is broken,
she’s busted up it’s true,
a shadow of her former self,
emotionally black and blue.
fucked up and disheartened,
she’s given up all hope,
completely strung out and empty,
on the edge and she can’t cope.
this isn’t the life she was promised,
she was meant to feel loved and happy,
but the demons have made her a prisoner,
the bad stuff won’t let her be free.
she puts on a show for the public,
but in private its all she can do to not cry,
she’s alive but this isn’t living,
the only way out is too die.
and so she’s here on the quarry,
sat in her favourite spot,
she’s made her peace and said her goodbyes,
she given this life all that she’s got.
she’s taken her medication,
washed down with a pernod or 3,
and with the dying breaths of this poor lost soul,
she cries out “now I’m free”
