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Death is decieving.
Sadness and hate consumes my soul
as I lie in bed wishing that I could fill the hole
that I have cut inside me for the past few years
every thought about me is just shear hatred
I have convinced myself everything would be better if I was gone
there was never anytime that my life had shone
if someone so sad continues to live
surely no good can come of it
sometimes i wish i could start all over again
be a better person to myself.. maybe i wouldnt be so lame
everytime i want to die
i just want to cry
there must be a better way?
to leave this world so young and sad
i dont want it to end like that
but im not sure i have much hope
it seems like its the only thing i can do to make me...cope
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