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-Sitting with the numbness
Thoughts can't be pushed away this time
Feeling the life being sucked out of me
Eyes grow tired, body grows numb
Can't hold on
The whisper, im gonna die
The reply, its almost over
Being dragged to the darkness
Slipping away, along with the thoughts
Feeling heavy, frozen
Feeling nothing, seeing only black
its almost over
- H.H.
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Written With Suicidal Thoughts
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