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It wasn't a mistake

by Rainingdaisies

Some say it was a mistake I made I know what I did I’ll lie in the bed I made I wanted to set myself free I was tired of living, no longer happy I knew what I was grabbing The bottle of pills I knew what that I was feeling Already numb and ill I’ve been sick all along Everything I was feeling was all wrong An angel saved me then But who’s going to save me when it happens again?
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savigirl14
<p>This is really good. I think all suicidal people wonder even though they are still alive, who will save them next time?</p>

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