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Jun 2014
What's it like to die?
Would you still have that empty feeling inside?
Would all the pain you carry be gone?
Was this life even worth it?

They call me a freak
And think I'm a monster
Sadness, I can't bear
That blades became the haven I answer

Scars don't fade
Depressions can last
Tears won't stop
Nightmares repeat

I swallowed my solution
And began to feel numb
Would someone miss me
Now that I'm gone?
Alice (1997-2014)
Psylocke
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