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The pain you caused

it won't go away

making it hard to breathe

I'm lacking of oxygen

wanting to free myself

in order to breathe

all the pains are coming back to me

hitting where it hurts the most

stop making my life difficult

I almost die of it

wanted to dig a hole

and hide myself

and no one ever will find me

it's better that way

for everyone

not bothering any more

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