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Aug 2014
I sit and gaze off into space
While the tears roll down my face
I'm sorry but I have to go
My demons ever downwards tow
I'll see you someday hopefully
In a better place to be
I raise the knife and slash my chest
I leave this world and go to rest
This is not about me, nor my thoughts, simply about a person who has had enough.
Lena N
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Lena N  St Petersburg
(St Petersburg)   
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