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Mar 2015
How i die is not the question you should ask'
It is why i choose to end my life '
Broken barred six feat under '
You finally here my cry
it a wonder you never wonder why '
Im dead and now you care
But when im not hear '
Thats when you choose to hear me '
How could you look into my mothers eyes
Saying you never meant for me to die
Im the only one who knows thats a lie'

Your lucky the dead keep their secrets
I wrote those notes not for a single soul
I wish you could have read them

You would finally find out why i called out in words you could never understand
broken suicide has left me the ******
A corps made up of a broken soul

how could you look into my dead eyes and say you did not know why
your the reason you tuck away my worth
And when its your time you'll finally know how bad it hurts.

And in time i will get my wish i will watch as i let you burn.
Andie May ostrander
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