February 18, 2012
By holagirl78 SILVER, Downingtown, Pennsylvania
holagirl78 SILVER, Downingtown, Pennsylvania
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My soul has no protagonist
Living life alone with no control
I can’t contact my soul
Yearning to leak out
Trying to get about
Who am I really
Sitting here trying to understand myself
Stare at the monster
Punch the mirror
Ha they laugh at my fail
My body is growing stale
I am dying inside out
You always doubt me
I can be like you
But I probably never will
I don’t want to have to kill
But is it really a crime to kill yourself slowly

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