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May 2010
Go into the city to hide from the crowds
Escape from the silence; its much much too loud.
Bury your soul in a graveyard of cares
Try not to flinch from the hate in their stares.
You feel you could die, and no-one would know
'Caus you're just an outcast with no place to go.
It's right that you hate that small voice in your brain,
See, that's why you ******* up again and again.
You've ruined your future; what would Mummy say?
It's your mind which they'll judge when it's Judgement Day
Don't wait till then; it's time to die now
Do you think you'll be missed?
You doubt it somehow.
Written by
Sarah-Jane Platt
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