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How do I begin? Trust me, I will never win. I let out a sigh, I know I soon will die. I grab a blade, Not even caring where it was made. Thinking, here I go, I hope no one will know. I lay it against my skin, It is just as thin as a pin. Getting ready to push on it, I decide it would be better to sit. Is this just because of my mood? Will this be considered rude? I let out just a little tear, I feel loved by nothing not even a peer. All of my pain will not even bend, So I plan to make this the end. I push hard on the handle, As i stare up at the mantle. I slide deeply back and fourth, I believe this is worse than giving birth. My neck st

You all can go and pray, But i shall know who stays each day. You all think he is bad, but he is surely good. He was not even raised in the hood. Trust me, when i say, He loves you and just wants to play. The one you bow to, Who 'loves' you too, Is the one who brings the bad. You would never guess, and assume me as mad. I really do guarantee, That the devil loves you and me, More than any of you could ever see. God has lied, He has not one sun who died, On that cross one day, For you to pray. That was a lie, It even brings a tear to my eye. The devil looms scarily, Which is not the case even barely. He was good as a flower, Had barely any