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Sitting in the dark room

Laying in  bed

Just wishing that I was dead

 

I can't take it anymore

Nobody cares about me

they just can't see

what I'm going throug

heach day my suicidal thoughts grow

 

They tell me to go to hell

All I can do is hide in my shell
cause there's no one to tell
it's like I'm trapped under this spell

They call me fat ***
And make fun of me in class
Life is too hard
and I want to end it
Because you know what?
I QUIT!!!

 

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