So sick of seeing
The world and all it's being.
I struggle to find a way,
To end my life today.
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Bright Eyes
PoetryThey see the despair that no one else knew about. They cry the burden they were born to bear. Some of them change the world. Some of them die trying. When they looked into my eyes, they envied them... But they didn't know the pain dealt, by my Brigh...
