Why no one understands me.

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Suicide fills me with pride.

It fill you with hate

But I won't cry

I'll see you at my funeral.

I remember years ago

I was happy you were not

I tried to save and help

Look at me and tell me what you feel now.

Don't talk about future

when I'm no longer hosting wishes

Dreams won't help me now, would they?

I am knowing of the tears they'll shed.

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