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I hear voices in my head. 
I can't sleep nor eat. 
I feel like I am already dead. 
Late nights, I stay up and weep. 
These Voices they stay haunting Me.  
Suicide is the key, that's what the voices are telling me. 
I am in my room. 
My girl is home. 
All she does is bitch and moan. 
I ask her to leave me alone. 
She doesn't even know what's going on. 
I leave the house because this bitch won't close her mouth. Eventually I'll kick her out. 
Now I am walking around trying to block out the sound. 
Everywhere I go, I notice people giving me a frown and the voice is back now. 
It says really loud, no one cares now.  
I tried to hide and blend into a crowd. 
They all disappear now. 
I am asking how? 
This shit is wild.
Now all I see is a wicked smile with no teeth, but my face is full of grief. 
As it moves closer to me, it hands me a key and says unlock your destiny. 
Suicide is meant to be.All Rights Reserved

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