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Kids are dying Younger and younger By their own hand They're being pushed to the edge And they can't return They feel alone And helpless And have no where to go How many kids have to die
i lost myself in my blanketed tomb scars on my wrist and pills on my tongue   couldn't breathe although i tried i tried and tried
You look familiar Like a boy I used to know But he’s not here anymore.   You are a shredded kite Searching for a reason to stay tethered to solid ground You haven’t found one.  
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