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Thoughts of Suicide

the weeks creep by i find myself obsessing about ways i can die i cut my arms with a razor blade get over it this is how i was made to dull the pain inside i don't want to be alive which way is the best to prove that finally test after the fact i'm dead no more thoughts running through my head thanks for joining my diely game my soul that you never can be tamed now i'm six feet below

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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