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Jun 2013
Suicide of the brain,
Self inflicted pain.
Nothing left to gain,
Want to end it...you refrain.

The constant struggle of finding self worth,
You don't belong here, you're no good on this earth.

You always ask questions like why me? What did I do?
You've learned to live with the pain, it's nothing that's new.

You hurt through the day, you hurt through the night,
Just put on your mask like everything is alright.
Stefan Rock
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Stefan Rock
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   --- and Ayeshah
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