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silent suffering

I must be sick, I'm so tired of it
Every move I make, makes me
More insane
I lie at night, darkness lives inside
Will I ever be free, oh god
Never me

But my dreams, ain't as empty
As the life I once held

I'll climb a bridge, then jump off of it
I won't regret, like others who have
Done it
It's passed the brink, a bullet in me
Might safe my peace, that I
Always dream

But my dreams, ain't as empty
As the life I once held
Written by wingless42
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