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Stuck
There's only an echo.
As it ripples through
A shell of me.
Everyday I think of suicide.
I tell them,
But they're no longer listening.
I miss me,
And I wonder if
She will ever come back.
As it ripples through
A shell of me.
Everyday I think of suicide.
I tell them,
But they're no longer listening.
I miss me,
And I wonder if
She will ever come back.
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