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"Voices in my head,
Said take a bullet if wanna be dead,
I have great weight upon my shoulders,
It's the voice,
That said I told you,
Pain isn't clear,
I looked in the mirror,
Nothing to live for,
Skin already torn,
Stayed up all night,
Can't remember,
When I could sleep right,
I'm falling out,
Bags under my eyes,
Rotting my inside,
Sympathy isn't clear,
Neither was the touch I refuse to feel,
Sympathy isn't real.
Take your god,
And make me a coffin,
I'll kill myself,
Before I fall for it,
If I was still ten,
And still thinking of it,
Would this almighty being put us through hell?"
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