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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












Posted: 2016-04-09 22:33:50 UTC

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