LIfe of agony,
life of pain.
no where to turn,
no one to trust.
slash my wrists,
smoke some pot.
to clear my mind,
to rid the pain.
thoughts of death,
wanting to die.
no one would care,
probably not even cry.
too much hate,
and not enough love.
hates consumes my mind
makes me wanna hurt people.
hate turns into anger,
anger into pain,
pain into SUICIDE!
THE END
 
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