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You fell alone

You feel alone like you had nowhere to go. Like your smiling but inside you're dying cuz you know. Deep down your best friend is a world called sorrow and you have come to accept that so you sit alone with your thoughts that you a nothing or useless and it gets so bad that you start to believe it you start to think why am I here why no one care if I live or die so you take that gun from your night stand you hold it firmly in your hand you say you couldn't do it you can take it any more so you pull the trigger and the voices are no more.

Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2016

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