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16

Its silly when I think of it

All this drama over a boy

But not just any boy

Him

And I know I will never get over him

The sadness is overwhelming

So now

I'm sitting on my bed

Smoking a cigarette

And a blade to my wrist

Tasting the sweet taste of death

Hoping the cigarettes would kill me soon

As my life is no longer needed or wanted

Without

Him.