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Gah!

I just have to say it, get the words out.  
 
I feel this internal need to shout.  
 
I hate my life, I feel so little joy.  
 
I feel like a beat and used little toy.  
 
I just want all this to stop.  
 
One way or another I just need to rest.  
 
My body tells me it knows best, but how can slitting my wrist do all this?  
 
This can't be the answer but yet this is what my body does crave.  
 
It just wants to send me to my grave.....
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