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GONE Time is running slowly Every single minute I get more lonely The pain inside me strangling my heart I always do good why am I being hurt? I feel like nobody understands me With me is where I'd rather be I just want to be alone As my own death I mourn There are voices in my head quarreling The confrontation is hurting Slowly going insane My life is never the same The rope is still clinging from the ceiling Still and not swinging Ready to perform it's duty Very strong it is my mission is fruity Memories racing in my mind Of how I wanted to be one of a kind A good life is all I wanted To a suicidal person I've been converted Climbing on the stool thinking of how people will be mourning When they find my dead body in the morning Will their tears be real Wish I get to know how they will feel

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