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by Good Enough   Apr 24, 2007


My life was a mistake
It should have never taken place
I cray alone, live alone
Whats the point of living
I take this bladeAnd hope to god
Life will be easier
For everyone else
To live without knowing
This crazy person
Who used to live
Among human race
One would be lost
With blood shed
Across the wrist
And all the way down
I hope to show
Life has shortcuts

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