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This pain in my heart;

you do not understand

Everyday I carry this burden;

this weight

Everyday I am humbled

by the agony

And all I desire is relief

from the throb

But robbed of care,

I choose to let myself

Be subject to this life,

and carry on in the stife

Every day a thorn in my side;

deep down I really just want to Die!!!!

So agonized;

so deprived

Living in fear;

the constant itch

No relief from the future;

buried in this manure you call existence