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Apr 2022
I'm loosing my sleep,
I walk in a line between confidence and suicide  .
I lost some people long a way,
Oh what a shame.
Demons torture my mind,
And I'm losing my mind.
I'm riding on broken dreams,
It's getting harder to see,
Slit my wrist ,****** fist  ,
Questioning why I exist.
Written by
Warisha
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