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Well don't be lonely now.
Dry your wounded eyes.
I don't know what the $#@% to think anymore.....i'm confused....i feel wired, tired, wierd, maybe i should have taken my meds today.
I really wanted to cut.....to show them hurt.....now.....i feel empty and alone.
I don't know what i might do tonight......i just don't feel anything right now.
Empty.....and low.
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I can't help the feeling.
I could blow through the ceiling.
If i could just turn and run.
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