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I want to cry, but nothing comes out.
I sit here alone, hated and abondoned.
Unable to see whether or not this is all merely an illusion
Or if this is truly real.
I can;t see anything but myself anymore...
My own self hatred that burns within
Coursing through my veins like a ravenous poison.
I can't hear anything anymore.
The voices that once helped me and gave me hope now fall upon my deaf ears.
I sit here, wanting to just close my eyes and hope it all end...
I want it to just go away...
But I am to much of a coward to end it...
I feel only fright as I hold my finger on the trigger...
My mind says do it, but my finger won't react...
I see nothing left for me...
Why must I be taunted so?
Why must be so much of a coward that I cannot end it myself?
And so I hope and wait...
I hope that maybe someone will answer my prayer...
That someone will end it for me...
And drag me off to the abyss...
Where I shall never hurt again.

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Nighttime is dark
And Candlejack's grey
Just don't say his name
Or he takes you aw

longcat is long
mudkips are blue
in soviet russia
loli raeps you

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes YOU!

Roses are red
Vioets are blue
That poem was epic
A winrar is you!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later'
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

Roses are blue
Violets are red
If you think this is right
then you should be dead