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My head is aching as I hear you screaming. My innocent brain is now full of dirt. My ear is tired of hearing every swears you've said My throat is aching every time I try to stop the tear My heart is always in pain My soul is full of hatred. I'm young. What if I died tomorrow? Maybe the pain will go away....
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Maybe tomorrow
My head is aching as I hear you screaming. My innocent brain is now full of dirt. My ear is tired of hearing every swears you've said My throat is aching every time I try to stop the tear My heart is always in pain My soul is full of hatred. I'm young. What if I died tomorrow? Maybe the pain will go away....
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
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