All I ever write is how I feel,
and all the stuff I write is real,
but don't worrie its not that big of a deal,
I'm fine,
well not all the time,
or maybe it's all in my mind,
well I don't know,
just please go,
I'm feeling low,
and I don't want you to aswell,
I love you as you can tell,
why do I still wanna die,
and why do I still cry,
I'm tell you this is all no lie,
so please just go,
goodbye.
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