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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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