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Sep 2020
It's raining daily there's no hope
Was born to fade, to die, was never told
No gain more pain, I'm cold
Scars on my knees, I pray to die, I'm old
Death my frienemy, you got me sold
It's dawn I'm a pawn, where's God
On and on I weep, I sob poor widow
My heart sank, ohh heavy load
Postponed but will come, free me from my thoughts
Pay me with torture, put my life on pause
Out loud I cry, I lied, help me overdose
Drowning but dry I'm a dead rose
Hold on my soul, it's time to go.
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Try  22/M/South Africa
(22/M/South Africa)   
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