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I continue to plead for anyone to talk to, to cry with, and I'm left with a pencil and paper to pour my heart out to, to cry to... with no possible way of being heard. |
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..But maybe life's not for everyone. |
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Does anybody care about me anymore?! |
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When will I feel nothing no more? |
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She's afraid to be alive. |
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Just remember in your heart that i'm always by your side. I'll be there for you even after my suicide. |
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Each time I look at him, |
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I try and try |
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God has taken you, and our tears have poured. You're now harmonising with the angels, singing their heavenly chord. ~Me |
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Rain pouring down, We turned in different directions. |