kill me

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You'd think lying here, my breath escaping That I'm scared I've tried pills Here I sit Both Wrists Slit I think I need my stomach pumped I'm not scared I hear someone knocking
A creation of our mind runs deep, so overwhelmingly deep at times Right at the moments you need it to be silent, the screams of sorrow and sadness echo throughout the corridors of the mind
it is not my shame for i am proud of love nor is it my fear that rises above above my wings that ache your name above my eyes that avoid your gaze the one they long for
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