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Jan 2013
Pass me the razor blades
hand me my pills,
fill my glass with *****
I need to cure my ills.

I'm sick of all the smiling
when my tears burn my eyes,
tired of empty laughter
when my laughter rings with lies.

My mask is crumbling
my smile is smudged and run,
God grant me forgiveness
and let this pain be done.
Just feeling down waiting for the meds to work
Written by
DieingEmbers
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