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I-AM-KAI

Published: Feb 25, 2012

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I swear I'm trying to hold on,
But I know I'm losing the fight,
I just want it all to be gone,
I want that tonight.

I can't keep this fake smile,
Any longer upon my face,
I'll let it slip for a while,
I'll hide out in this place.

Somewhere in-between death and life,
Feel the cold spreading through,
As for the final time I drop the knife.
This time the rumours will be true.

Of how she took her sorry life,
Cut it short and disappeared,
Escaped the trouble and the strife,
She was more fucked up than we first feared.

Now she is gone far away,
Another name upon the list,
The memories of her will soon stray,
The fuck up girl will no longer exist.

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Reached the end, nothing more can help, I'm a nothing, a failure, a freak! I don't belong here anymore, I don't belong anywhere. I just don't matter.

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Destructivepersonna

Mar 12, 2012

Life can be hard but when the going gets tough the tough get going. Prove to them and yourself you can and will overcome any obsticle in life. You have the power in your life to overthrow anyone or anything that gets in your way of being happy. Regardless of anything you have as much strength in you as you want to have. All the people who have commented on here before me are showing you have support in life. Take waht help you need and have fun in life. When it starts getting hard again, go for help.

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