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Sep 2013
What is the point?
There's nothing to live for now.
You left me once again.
I feel so dead already,
left with this empty numb feeling.
So why not?

Why not, pull the trigger,
Take the whole bottle,
Cut a little deeper,
Or jump?
Then I could really be dead.
weakeyes
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