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September 15th, 2011
September 15th, 2011 was the day I died
As I laid on my deathbed I sighed my last sigh.
September 15th, 2011 was the day I gave up.
That was the day I was told to shut up.
I was told I have no reason to cry
And too many people had told me “goodbye.”
Everyone told me I had no reason to cut
But no one knew I was called a slut.
Now that I am dead and everyone wonders why
No one knew I could be ever so sly.
I never left a note explaining my thoughts
But no one cared was what I was taught.
I felt forever alone and ceased to exist
For no one saw through the heavy mist.
September 15th, 2011 was the day I died
For no one knew I was already dead inside

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