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Everything about me seems so wrong, My life has a lot of twists and turns, Pictures and moments I want to burn, Piece of me I want to torn. Everyone around me doesn't really care anymore, They always thinking about their own lives and more, Pushing you and kicking you out the door, Saying, "You shouldn't be here, anymore." People are ***** all the time, They are thinking that I'm fine, And living my whole life without a fire, So why do you think I write this rhyme? All the imperfections and flaws, Is all you can see in a row, Attacking with your neatly sharped claws, On my body where my suicidal blood flaws. Don't ask me why I take my life, All of you left me one choice, and that is to fly, Don't come too late and asking my mom why, You know the reason why I chose to die.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
A Point Of View Of A Suicidal
Everything about me seems so wrong, My life has a lot of twists and turns, Pictures and moments I want to burn, Piece of me I want to torn. Everyone around me doesn't really care anymore, They always thinking about their own lives and more, Pushing you and kicking you out the door, Saying, "You shouldn't be here, anymore." People are ***** all the time, They are thinking that I'm fine, And living my whole life without a fire, So why do you think I write this rhyme? All the imperfections and flaws, Is all you can see in a row, Attacking with your neatly sharped claws, On my body where my suicidal blood flaws. Don't ask me why I take my life, All of you left me one choice, and that is to fly, Don't come too late and asking my mom why, You know the reason why I chose to die.
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18/F/Philippines
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
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