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comes to an end
Im a young troubled mind walking around blind looking and searching for something ill never find and even if i did would i know what to do but what is it that a seek exactly well a will a will to survive i care not if i die it just another step in this place we call life but why do i feel that way wouldnt others cry and wish they coukd have said their good byes before i left well yes but the trut
h remains the same i have nothing to live for in the world nothing to gain i should be ashamed all the time in my short little life and yet nothing to care or want to live for its the sad reality of it but thats what shapes me no need to value a empty cold soul i just want to sit here and bleed the cuts run deep look at the blood all on the sheets wow the pain runs rampid im going numb i getting hard to speak i think ill just go to sleep my will weak i know this is the end
