Suicide

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Look into my eyes, my oh so dull eyes,

the eyes that shed water as I let out my cries,

the eyes that tell the truth when my mouth is spewing lies.

In my mind, a dark thought hides,

the thought that takes over once the inside of me dies,

"DIE, DIE, DIE!!" it'll cry,

while in the darkness it'll continue to hide,

this raging fire of pain inside,

the way to make it stop?

Suicide....

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