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A Pitaful Thought

Sometimes I wonder
Why I'm here other times
I want to disapeer
On my arms lie scars
On my face a smile
As the thought of it all
Races through my subvert mind
I wish to be dead
I wish to be alive
I want to fix everything bad
That has happened so far
It's a pitaful feeling
A pitaful thought
I can't take much more of it
It's like a rusted nail
Being stabbed throuh my skin
Into a vein, cutting it open
It leaves a scar
One simple reminder
Of a pitaful feeling
A pitaful thought



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