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i'm 16... my life sucks
Each day that passes, I think of my decite. It just seems to repeat and repeat and repeat...
She curls up in the corner And she begins to cry All the while voices whisper Just go and f-ing die
As she starts to think about The story of her life She wants to end if faster Just to end all her strife
My wrists are slit, my bodies numb, my heart is broken, i'm near done.