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Inside I'm so insecure,
I always put up a front to keep you back Always scared, till death do i part this fear. Keep my feelings of lies out in the open. Never believe my words, only actions. I'm fine, I'm ok...but inside i'm ripping apart. I feel like self-mutilation isn't enough, Go farther, be braver, feel better.. Five hundred hands are ripping my heart into shreds While a black-widow offers me a kiss. I panic into more than a cardiac arrest. I panic into a state of mind worse than hell. Is it possible that I'm not really living? That I am actually in my personal hell for a life I lived before? Am I here for this eternity? Suicide hasn't worked yet.. just puts more pressure on my already ripped and compressed heart. I'm asking you for a mercy kill now.. but until then..till death do I part
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