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Stabbed repeatedly by those
that are close, permanent
wounds that won't heal.
My mind does torture
me, insults I hear, but
only from myself, death
I feel, but I'm the
one living. Pain causes
these tears to fall...
Unseen they are, and easily forgetable
I am. A meaniless life I live,
drowning in pity, cursing
what I can't change,
life goes on supposedly,
but mine has come to a stop.