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forget about me heres a poem....
Hard to Lie
You see my meloncoly face.
My mind uneased.
Then you ask the words you think I want to hear.
When the truth is it aches to answer.
Because nothing can be done with useless information.
The only thing that will happen is trouble your mind with worry...and then perfection through silence.
For while you think of answers I think of you worring...
Why worry?
There is nothing that can be done to help.
When all that happens is I bring you down with me as I fall.
And it is so much better falling alone in the silence...
To bad silence doesn't last.
When the walls are getting closer and I am six feet breathing in earth...because I am...I am just lost.
But since you asked I am here to say bad thoughts in bed with pain...
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