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Everyday I think,
Of all the reasons why.
Why am I living?
Why am I here?
Nothing is here for me.
I'm useless in this world.
The world is better,
Off without me..

It's horror; to live.
I wish I could find,
A rock an Hide..
Hide away from this world..
This horrific world..

Death is a friend.
A friend to me.
Its what i wait for.
An wish I'd meet,
Every time I shut my eyes.
I hope I don't wake up...





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