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You wanted to live
Pressure was too much
Pain was unbearable
You tried tried
But you failed to heal
You were worth all of it
But they made you feel de trop
You just wanted to be happy
But all they gave you was sadness
You wanted someone to comfort you
But all they gave you was negligence
You wanted to live
But soon they made you dead
...
Tuesday 16th June 2020 6:32 pm
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