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I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life ain’t going that well Stones in my backpack Coz hope is what lack I sit on the edge of the well Coz am empty as a shell I have no reason to live And my soul is the only thing left to give I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life has become a living hell I know you tried your best But it seems as if the devil has become my guest Don’t worry am not taking my life Coz how can I take my life when I have none left I sit at the edge of the well Writing this note in my blood wishing I brought a pen
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
I sit on the edge of the well(ps; not a suicide note)
I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life ain’t going that well Stones in my backpack Coz hope is what lack I sit on the edge of the well Coz am empty as a shell I have no reason to live And my soul is the only thing left to give I sit on the edge of the well Coz my life has become a living hell I know you tried your best But it seems as if the devil has become my guest Don’t worry am not taking my life Coz how can I take my life when I have none left I sit at the edge of the well Writing this note in my blood wishing I brought a pen
''The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.”
#death#dark#despair#ddd
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
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