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Where am I?

Im to strong to die

To  weak not to cry

I'm not alone but I feel lonely 

So where am I?

It gets so cold in my head

But it so hot outside with all the lies

I try to stay in between 

But apparently that makes me crazy

 

◄ Krasivaya

Suicide ►

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