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Mar 2014
Gun to my head,
Knife to my skin,
Mind filled with dread,
Wearing an insane grin.

BANG!

My life no more,
Gone for good,
I'm lying on the floor,
I was only MiSuNdErStOoD...

*'I was only different'
We're all misunderstood and different
Yet, that's what makes us unique!
suicidal twitch
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suicidal twitch  England
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