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Aug 2014
Do I have too, the world is to much
Every moment a struggle
People don't see me the way I see inside
Right now suicide is feeding me
Every moment is getting to much
So many friends, but talking can be to hard
Sealing myself in, the out side a picture
I* wish upon a *life, that I didn't feel this so much
Open me up see what's turning inside out
No that this is a illness, make a call, life is worth so much
Such a nasty illness like a vine it can consume, if ever this feeling is with you, know there is family and friends that can help never feel that life is a weight upon you,Talk..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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