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Mar 2013
Honestly, I just want to b-break down and cry.
I sit here, oh-all alone, my head down and sigh.
I see it all around m-me, people living happily,
While I, I c-can't seem to function right.

So I put it to you, to you
Of all people, tell me, tell me
Why won't you tell me?

So I put it to you, of all people
Of all people, won't you tell me
Why won't my heart just die?

Sincerely, I wr-wrote you a letter and I cried.
Writing each and every word, oh-oh my I sighed.
If only, if only I had the perfect words to say,
I wouldn't, I wouldn't be shattering my pride.

So I put it to you, to you
Of all people. Tell me, tell me
What would you not do?

So I put it to you, of all people
Of all people, won't you tell me
What can I do just to die?

Finally, I wr-wrap this up and I cannot cry.
I've shed too many tears for that, I shall not sigh.
Instead, oh perhaps I will take a ride somewhere,
Maybe there, I will find my reason not to... die.
GloriouslyFlawed
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GloriouslyFlawed  31/Cisgender Female/UK
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