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by fallentears Sep 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I need to run away from the abuse To leave the stupid torments That has been going on for so long But there's no escape The only chance of escape is death But who will pick up this knife for me And do this essential deed Don't feel any remorse when you've taken the first stab I'm barely living so killing me will put me out of my misery And don't worry no-one will miss me when i'm gone No-one will know I'm gone