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Dead end

Im hanging on by a thread,  
feeling like it would stop the hurt if I were dead.  
 
Laying in my bed,  
waking up with dread.  
 
Same demons,  
putting voices inside of my head.
 
Just like momma said,  
she canít be your friend.
 
Stuck at a dead end,  
itís a lose lose;  
I canít win.
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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