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Nov 2014
My life *****
People say they care but they don't really give a ****
Suicide is real
The cold blade on my skin is what I feel
Funeral im ready burry me now
Saying you care about me, ***** how?
IV got some issues that will never leave
And those issues still trouble me
My hearts an open wound that I hope heals soon
Feel alone like if I'm not on earth but walking the moon
Walking through the shadows leaving my zone
No coming back baby I'm gone
Multiple the lies
Slash out my eyes
People don't understand but they will learn
People understand when they are burned
Man I'm tried of life and its games
Just **** me now and lit up the flames
Now ima let **** happen and not try to fight
Even tho I'm sad baby I'm alright
TrueSun
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TrueSun  San Antonio, Texas
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