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by ** May 14, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Live What good will come out of it? Live I’d rather not Live Love Some say it’s the essence of Life But I say I am sick of Love Burn My stomach churns Will you ever learn? You made me burn I hope you learned Burn Die This is the end of my Life I won’t even say goodbye You won’t care anyways. Die