Don’t ask why I hurt, ask not why I cry.
Half of you know the exact reasons why.
My cuts are bleeding, my throat is dry.
My heart cannot feel anymore, my soul has become a dark deep hole.
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Go on... Don't ever embrace death, for many would miss your comforting presence-myself included.