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My Last Write
My Last Write
I was an emotional mess
Who could care much less
They stare at me with cruel eyes
All the nice comments they said were lies
I thought to myself what if I hang
Or what If I go out with a bang
As I take one more deep breath
I slowly prepare for sweet death
I thought of how I tried to hide
But instead ended it with suicide
No one could be my friend
In the end..
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