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I am tall and misunderstood
I wonder if my family will forgive me
I hear the click of a loaded gun
I see my reflection
I want to die
I am tall and misunderstood
I pretend to be something I’m not
I feel lonely
I touch the loaded gun
I worry it won’t be quick
I cry when I see my self
I am tall and misunderstood
I understand why I must do this
I say good-bye to my loved ones
I dream of death
I try to hold back
I hope I can overcome this
I am free and in control.

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