maybe, by always
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suicidal is scary
but living sad is it nearly
bad thoughts and
failed at love
I think I might fly like a dove
I was given a gift
to share with others, should I ruin it
with a edge I can lift
shot in the head
and I be dead
i felt bad alive not wanting to lie
so i think i will die
we should be happy but we grow away
it hurt to know i couldn't stop toady
why do i keep trying,when i now am dying
love as gone away from my heart,
someone stole it in a cart
but i will not give in and quit
i will see the end
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Posted: 2016-04-09 22:33:50 UTC |
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