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Created on: October 26, 2009 Last Updated: October 30, 2009
I lay here cold and sweaty,
I am dying here alone.
I feel too much for you,
I want to make you my own.
For me, it is too late.
I took all my meds.
This must be my fate.
Now I'll make me dead.
I do not matter in this world,
I cannot be scared.
I would not be lying here,
If you had loved and cared.
I am not blaming you for anything,
but my feelings are to blame.
I will always love you.
And that is not a shame.
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