I often think I want to die.
But I never do I voice this, to anyone.
I write it,
I type it,
But I paint on my canvas,
I make it into lyrics,
and cut it on my arm,
I burn it on my theigh,
I even alter my exsternal apparence,
But never do I voice it.
I will say it, and i will type it.
I want to die.
More than ever before.
But I never do I voice this, to anyone.
I write it,
I type it,
But I paint on my canvas,
I make it into lyrics,
and cut it on my arm,
I burn it on my theigh,
I even alter my exsternal apparence,
But never do I voice it.
I will say it, and i will type it.
I want to die.
More than ever before.
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