My suicide song book
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I have written these songs and continue to write them, while living with depression. I have made 5 previous suicide attempts. But I was only caught once, and sent to the mental hospital for six weeks. I had to lie to get out, but after making two attempts post-hospital admission, I fell in love. I am no longer going to kill myself, but yes, it still crosses my mind, and I still am depressed. Medications aren't helping me. But love is. If anyone needs someone who will listen or understand, I am here. I hope you enjoy these song lyrics.
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