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Mar 2014
Cuts so deep, blood so red
Clean it up, go to bed
Cry to sleep, dream of death
Wake up though, stop your breath
Starve your body, plague your mind
Keep it up, don't look behind
Throw up food, work all day
Watch your world fade to gray
Never can talk, silence is key
To far gone, nobody stop me
Take some pills, go to sleep
No one cares, you silently weep
Nothing left here, escape your head
Fly away angle, your already dead
Jonah Lavigne
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Jonah Lavigne  clinton
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