ab myself aka may lockhart
- im dark ask night if u look at me there no light around me love in my book is gone pain in my book is ok in my mind it said to me not good for anyone ur will stay hurt until u did no one like u look there look at look there talking ab look ur in troble aging look ur a mess next ik cut cut cut cut cut blood drop down my arm hit the floor i cry and say to myself ur uless no one whats you here i dont need any one every thing gose dark i cry no one here for me i get the knife i put it to my neck i cry for help i say the knife drops
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