Why does this happen to me?
I'm sick of life
Why should I live?
When I feel so cold inside.
Please leave me alone
I need space,
I need time,
To sort this $#*! I've left behind.
This is me!
Why can't you see?
That I'm not as honest,
As you thought me be.
Leave me!
I don't want you here,
I don't want your pity.
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