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Feb 2014
My eyes is heavy,
My lips are dry,
I'm sick of living,
It's time to die.
I'm in one of those moods
Where all I can see
Is the sick, twisted silence
Buried inside of me.
I think I need help,
For awhile now really,
But I don't even want it,
I like this dark kind of feeling.
D
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   Amelia Crake
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