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Feb 2015
Why do I ask for something but then deny wanting it?
I think about death,
Why can't this be my last breath?
**** me.
Haven't I suffered enough?
I just want to die.
I don't care if this rhymes.
WHY do I think like this!?!?
I cry myself to sleep.
Why ME??
I can't stop.
I need a mop,
for my tears on my face.
I can tell nobody
Why can't I just say I need help?
The words just can't escape me.
I would rather feel empty in my stomach than my head.
Even I am having problems going to bed.
IvyWithRed
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IvyWithRed  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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     ---, Traveler and Devon Webb
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