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Jun 2015
Sometimes we're better off alone,
to feel the pain we've always known.
Struggling with insanity, feeling a sort of vanity
and seeing no humanity.

Our heads pound unboundly,
we don't feel anymore.
We'll never heal anymore,
We can't deal anymore.
We'll never be the same,
we'll always feel shame.

Sometimes we're better off alone,
Sometimes we're better unknown.
And sometimes we're better off dead.
2015-06-07
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
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