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by Jessica   Apr 24, 2006


No concentration
No sleep
I'm getting darker
I'm feeling weak

I pass through life
Day by day
I feel sometime
I'll just fade away

I feel so horrible
I look even worse
Just take me away
In a big black hearse

I cannot leave
So i smile and lie
The last thing i want to do
Is make my mom cry

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