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I sit in the corners in

my room sobbing

knowing that know one cares to hear

me

Whats the point in being alive?

when everybody

we know will

die...

every minute of our life

is beginning to slip

by

telling us the shorter time

we have until we die

all we can think of is how great we are

when all we are

are just insignificant

flies

just living life until we

get smashed

and die...

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