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UNSEEN


i hate this life

sometimes i wanna die

dont wana try

all i do is cry

broken down, unseen

kicked into the ground

set me free i pray

covering my face

prayng i stay unseen

pain so real

what the hell is the deal

I should be smiling

but instead my heart is dying

ugh whats wrong with me this depression is so deafing

i scream i choke

im so mean

why me?

lord just let me remain unseen

dont wana deal with life stabbing me.

 

 

 

 

 
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