I sit in a quiet room,
Collecting my thoughts in my head,
To keep me from mental break downs,
And alive not dead.
Thinking about life and my future,
That I hope will soon come,
I block out the past,
And erase what has been done.
No more suicidal thoughts,
Or taking blades to my wrists,
But sittin' here thinking,
And preventing my capable abilities.
I'm in...
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