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Created on: December 03, 2008
I feel depression seeping in me everyday.
My heart has the pain of a sword stabbing it.
The social life in me has swiftly gone away.
If I should cut in the wrong places, will it help?
I wish the candle in my life was lit.
There has got to be more worse things than this.
I DIED WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING IT.
Dead I am, and it still hurts.
Life will not be my miss.
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