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I try and try, to put into words what I feel. But I always cry, and there's no apeal. I'm sick of this life, and all the pain. I sometimes use the knife, while sitting in the rain. My poems are getting really bad, I can't seem to do this anymore. I'm always so sad, I feel like some stupid wh0r3. I'm almost done living, something that's only one big lie. I'm never giving, I'd rather just die.

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