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Farewell

I was born through misery,
and raised with pain.
The life they gave me was always filled with vain…

Forgive me my dear,  for me wanting to disappear,
everything is going downhill, I can't handle the despair.

This life is too much for me.
 But please trust me my dear, I'm now free from despair
Please excuse the blood my dear.

 
Written by Gorotika
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I wrote this one 2 years ago
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