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No...
It hurts..
When your eleven years old and
You've already tried to kill yourself.
It hurts.
When your turning out like me.
I pretend to be proud.
But inside I'm dying.
Why.
Why you,why do you want to be like me?
Why..why am I such a bad influence.
A horrible person.
You'll try to die at 18.
Maybe even before just like me...
"Your my idol!"
I hate it.
You have so much to do.
And so much to live for.
But turning into me,
Will be the death of you.
You've already cut yourself..
Jumped into the road.
Memories of me.
Coming back into you.
Turning in to me.
Is just to cruel.
No....
Why..you?
When your eleven years old and
You've already tried to kill yourself.
It hurts.
When your turning out like me.
I pretend to be proud.
But inside I'm dying.
Why.
Why you,why do you want to be like me?
Why..why am I such a bad influence.
A horrible person.
You'll try to die at 18.
Maybe even before just like me...
"Your my idol!"
I hate it.
You have so much to do.
And so much to live for.
But turning into me,
Will be the death of you.
You've already cut yourself..
Jumped into the road.
Memories of me.
Coming back into you.
Turning in to me.
Is just to cruel.
No....
Why..you?
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