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The journey is tough And I had enough This life is rough I’ve been going through too much stuff I want to open up my fist Take a blade and cut my wrist Sit outside and bleed in the mist Or just take a rope Tie a noose around my neck with no hope I can no longer cope My faith in life is false I can’t feel my pulse I’m about to collapse

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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