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Mar 2019
The end is near
I can't keep trying
Stop asking, "If I'm okay?"
I'm tired of lying
It's almost time to quit
Most fear death but others pray for it
They'll ask and wonder why they had never seen her cry
No answers found
I'll rot deep, Deep, DEEP, beneath the ground
Written by
Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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       Stained Glass, Catharsis and Tony Tweedy
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