Mon, 03/30/2020 - 10:56 -- AdamsK

Broken and torn

I wish i wasnt born

the pain is to much

wish me good luck

hanging from that chair

It wasnt a dare

With that wire wrapped tight around my neck

Because i was a stupid and emotional wreck.

Now that im leaving, i will be free

its not that hard to blooming believe

Can i please now swallow some pesticide?

Cause its you fault i wanna commit suicide


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