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How many lives must I live In order to be done? I don't want to survive Just give my life away to anyone.    There is no point,  No lesson to be learnt.  I am just a poisonous joint, 
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree is automatically followed by that of apathy and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
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