Same Old Words

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The blood is dried up,
And so are these thoughts,
Or as so I say,
I tell them I'm okay,
But the truth is,
I'm far from it,
My head is filled with these thoughts,
Of death and sadness
and I all I want,
is to escape this madness,
And
Die ....
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- Lydia W

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