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The leaves are gone and the cold wind hits my face, leaving it spotted and red.
I try to think of all the good things in life, only to realize that they’re harder to find.
As the bitter tears hit my cheeks I feel the inside of me break.
Theres nothing left, and my entire body aches.
All I want to do is escape this life of hell.
Outwardly I’m calm and collected, but the insides of me yell.
So little to live for; so much to die for.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
So excuse me as I hit the floor.
And pray that this is the end of my internal war.





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