Mercy
maybe im also the scared one the worried one the suicidal one the one who hides it what ever it is its not me so what ever it is had to leave in the time i spend hiding makes more pain for my soul to take it cant take anymore its pushing its limits its on the ground begging for mercy, mercy never came mercy was soaking up as much pain and even mercy fell mercy could not take it all mercy left, left it all to me
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