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Would  anyone even miss me at all?

Or would they all smile and got about their ways.

Is it worth breathing all this thick sick air?

All the thoughts that bring me here.

Praying my soul doesnt go to hell.

When i say goodbye to this cruel world.

Someone save me from myself.

Reach out a lending hand, pull me up.

Someone please tell me, its not worth it.

Convince me otherwise. 

I know that its all noise, the words are

all the same. 

Would anyone even miss me at all?