Suicidal Needs

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  • Dedicated to Aisir Domner Lian
                                    

Death Is A Mark That's Left Unclean.

Death Is The Mark That is Obscene.

Cut Into My Wrist.

My Life Is A Story With Yet Another Twist.

I'm Confused, Twisted And Infested With Your Lies.

I'm Dead Inside Due To My Family Ties.

I Have Swallowed The Pills More Than Once.

I Lay On This Hospital Gurney Like A Retarded Dunce.

I Am Dead Inside Whilst I'm Alive.

I'll Be Alive Inside Whilst I'm Dead

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