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O_o Behind closed eyes

I want to die
this is no lie!
I'll slit my wrist
feeling only pain,
I am no longer sane!
Why should I be?
Why can't you see?
You broke my heart...
As my paint brush stokes...
Every tear...
I have no fears!
You keep lieing
I keep on crying
behind closed doors
behind closed eyes
'Till I die.





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