Dying

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Laying here

Tears fall

Pictures flash through

My mind

She got everything

I was left

In the dark

Nobody care

In my "family"

My friends

Love me more

My friends are

More like

Family

as the

Tears fall

I feel more

And more alone

The voice

Comes back

I listen to it

Once again

I drag

The razor blade

Down my arm

Again

And again

And again

And again

And again

Till the

Blood is covering

My arm

I start seeing

Black dots

I hear a voice

I look to the left

To see

Grandma and grandpa howell

"Welcome home we missed you"

Was the last thing

I heard

Before the black

Took over me

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