It's hated, it's hiden, it's bad.
It can happen to anyone.
Lost, empty, blind.
There's nothing left.
No exit, no love, no company.
It's your own choise.
Some get saved, some get heard, some get understood.
It's a part of life.
Attemps, failing, lonely.
It's called suicide
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World War Me
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