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Inda Puscifer May 2013
Endless sadness.
I want to die;
yet, I'm afraid to cease to be.
I'm afraid,
I'm afraid cause the dark shadows are taking over me.

Please be there, anyone that cares!
Anyone!

I'm afraid I'll cease to be and I haven't done much,
I haven't done anything.

I'd love to lift you out of you misery.
I'd die like Jesus to see you, people, happy.

— The End —