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Real meaning of life is death
written by suicide_penguin03:42 PM 3/13/05One moment, one kiss, one touch that makes you feel bliss then someone says one sentence which leads to this, you used to think you liked life until you became depressed and reached for that knife.
You used to believe love was found inside of you but now your torn and always feeling blue.
You always would hide your emotions and no one ever knew how much you wanted to die but when you stood on that roof and said you could fly they soon realized that your death plan was no lie.
They held their hands and began to cry as they watched you kneel to jump and die. They started screaming “why oh why” as your body gave out and you knew there was nothing more to try so you shut your eyes and sprang a leap as you let out a silent weep but those people the ones who tried to love you didn’t even yell goodbye.
Now your gone and their feeling bad knowing that they’ll never see you again living your life in dreadful pain.
Your body’s dead but your soul’s left a stain and you have to remember that even when you see the bright sun, there’s always going to be deadly rain. |
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