Gasp for your precious air.

Mon, 01/20/2014 - 02:14 -- Nobod3

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Gasp for your precious air.

Your senses are dying.

Why bother when you know it's not there?

Give up.

No one can here your cries. 

You knew you were worthless.

Even when you lied and ignored everyone.

When they called you names and laughed.

You kept a straight face.

You lied over and over to yourself.

You cried to sleep.

Gasp, Scream, Cry.

No one will hear you

Because no one will care.

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