Why

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I look in the mirror
And see a smile
That was sown on by a needle and thread
I look back at the mirror
But it was covered with the blood that I have shed...
"You fake it till you make it to make it to your destination"
But was I you really going anywhere
I was lost and alone at one point
I could have died then
But friends came along
And they just have impeded
My death...
I wish my life was over
But dreams don't come true
I prayed every night
But god does not help those in need
My heart was broken
To the point where glue could not help
My flame just burned out
And my soul became caliginous and cold
And as each one of my emotions
Becomes rotten and old...
Why can't I just die
My life is full of pain and strife
And I continue to be locked
In my oversized Bastille...
I trapped in my mind
I think to much
I want to die so bad
But sometimes is to hard
To say goodbye...

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