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Nov 2013
You would think
That everyday that i don't do it,
Is a day I've survived.

But in reality,
Everyday i suspend,
I sink further into this
Black hole
Pit of nothing that is
Eating up everything.

I can truly see the light for you,
It's only a little on ahead.
You just keep pushing,
Leave me for dead.
Nothing
Written by
Nothing
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   Md HUDA and Rose
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