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Dec 2013
Times like this
I wish I was dead
One tiny bullet
Through my head

Call me whatever
I've heard it before
Nothing is forever
Not even a
Suicidal *****

You say that I hurt you
But you hurt me too
I relapsed endless times
Because of this

Stop saying you hate me
Stop saying what I already know
I am not ******* sorry
Girl, please just go

Leave me alone
Stop calling me a *****
Because you're not perfect
Neither am I
So just do what you do
And I'll be dead
Before the moon
Has it's chance to glow
And send shivers to you
© Natali Veronica 2013.

This is depressing, I know. Just very tired of life right now.
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