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Jun 2013
I wish someone would understand
The pain upon which my soul lies

The misery I’m in cannot be described
My lips cannot speak this language

I pray for death that I’m terrified from it
For when I die, everything will be gone
But why have fear when I have nothing to lose?

Ironic it is to be afraid of something you’re already in, isn't it?
Am I alive or is this all a lie?
Written by
Mayya Sakr  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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