Four months later, you see me jump off a cliff in a dream.
Four months later, you find me dead.
Four months later, you feel despair because you couldn't help me.
Four months later, you commit suicide...
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My Life
PoetryIt's about my feelings and my crappy life. The way people treat me and what the did to me. I know this is stupid but I don't care. IM NOT FUCKING SUICIDAL SO DONT THINK I AM!! IM JUST VERY IMAGINATIVE!!!
